Posts Tagged ‘heartbreak’
by hannah
July 9th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (CHAPTER 12: POST-EJACULATORY REMORSE)
Three dates. Three perfect dates. Well, two and three-quarters, I think, reaching for another donut hole from the nondescript white bag sitting on my breakfast bar. Hangover food to go with the hangover serum brewing in my kitchen. And then…The Conversation.
In every relationship, The Conversation is inevitable; because two people can’t just “date” forever. The Conversation is usually a dreaded event, because it establishes parameters that up to that point do not exist…
by hannah
July 7th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (CHAPTER 12: POST-EJACULATORY REMORSE)
I’m sitting next to Clark at the Pink Bear, getting drunk.
“It’s my face isn’t it?” I slap my hand down on Clark’s forearm. “He doesn’t want me because something’s wrong with my face!”
After leaving Mr. Smyth’s house, I called in sick. I didn’t sleep at all, and couldn’t eat. So I staggered through the day drinking coffee, re-examining every detail of our date a hundred times, wishing I could take back the “B-word” portion of it. I was convinced I’d still be bathing in afterglow if only I could erase that part.
As soon as I’d heard a car pull into the front house, I’d run across the yard and told Clark we needed to go out.
“Oh my god, no!” Clark recoils, aghast. “You’re as gorgeous as ever! Even more so with your saucy new makeup.” Beaming, Clark cradles my face in his hands.
I’ve been pouring my heart out to Clark for over an hour, and for over an hour he’s been reassuring me that I’m still the cat’s meow. But I need to hear more…
by hannah
July 5th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (CHAPTER 12: POST-EJACULATORY REMORSE)
Mr. Smyth is sudsing up my back in his luxurious dual-headed shower. I am leaning into one wall, enjoying the attention.
“So, what are you working on next?” I ask, as he starts gently kneading my ass.
“Aside from all the lower regions of your body?” His hands work around to the front.
I look back at him and grin. “In addition to that…what book are you working on next?”
“I don’t know yet; my agent wants me to do something totally different.” He moves his body closer to mine. “Not law related.” He ducks his head to gently suck on my shoulder.
“How do you know so much about law, anyway?” I ask, turning my head to find his mouth and suck on it for a moment.
“My mom’s a lawyer. My dad was a lawyer,” he answers between kisses. “Half my family is in law.”
“And you’re not a lawyer, because…”
