The Chest

“It was my first night sleeping in the new place and I could hear my housemates making love through the wall of my room. The girl—I think her name was Maggie—gave rapid, ragged gasps that got louder as she approached her climax. The boy, whom I had not yet met, let out clusters of truncated, falsetto moans. Through it all there was the jouncing of bedsprings, the slapping of flesh on flesh. They did it twice that night, and the second time I masturbated along with them, timing my orgasm to coincide with hers, imagining a stranger’s cock inside me…”

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The Orchard

“They thought she was a man when they first saw her. The sun was low on the horizon, the last red rays reaching in beneath a blanket of storm clouds, when they saw the hitchhiker in the muddy army surplus raincoat. The first drops of rain were already beginning to fall. It was going to be a bad night…”

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