A Place To Draw Blood Laughing

I highly recommend this beautifully personal post about fantasy and reality which explains one reason why my boyfriend is so freakin’ skinny. I am currently a bit fried on intellectual pursuits.

So Eileen, how come you never talk about sex or scenes or sexy things in your supposed sex blog?

Wu-huh? Did I sign up for a sex blog? Oh. Right.

Friday night I went out into the ether of the East Village with May, Calico, and a professor friend of ours. We found a bar with $3 tequila shots, and when I kissed Calico later that night I could taste the shot on her mouth. I bit down and felt the flesh of her lips come up and meet me, propelled by the little moans and whimpers of hazy pain.

It’s been ages since I kissed a girl, and even longer since I kissed one who gives off little breathy moans and wriggles more when it hurts more. I like kisses that hurt. I like that I can smile and bite down at the same time.

She had climbed on top of me at first, but I flipped her down, spread her legs with mine and got very, very distracted by the skin between her earlobe and her collarbone. I licked it and felt as her back arched up to meet my stomach. Her torso is very long, as though her waist dropped and strung her body out like taut, silk saltwater taffy. She’s all hard oak wrapped up in feathers. I pressed my mouth into her neck and rubbed my teeth across the skin, then settled back to watch the bruises rise.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered. The edges of her mascara were smudged with the beginnings of tears. I looked down at her, her bottom lip swelling up, and couldn’t help it. I started laughing.

“Maybe,” I said between giggles, “Sometime when we don’t have an audience.”

We both looked over my shoulder to the professor and May, leaning back in their chairs by the end of the queen sized bed, grinning at us like teenagers at a sex-themed circus. The professor raised his beer in the air in a salute. I waved my ass in their direction. Calico and I sat up, and I put a hand to my face, shook my head, and laughed.

It wasn’t long before we started kissing again.