by hannah
March 8th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 6: VALENTINE’S DAY MARTYRDOM)
I push open the large glass-paned doors, finally escaping the number crunchers and mind-numbing mingling. I sit down on a large concrete stair and light up my cigarette. I call Jack.
“Oh my God!” Jack is trying to speak quietly. “You will never believe who’s here. The Police Officer! With some other young buff stud!”
“Are you still classifying yourself as a young buff stud even though you’re now thirty?” Seven days ago, Jack turned thirty and celebrated by starting Botox injections.
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by hannah
February 5th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 4: MULTIPLE ORGASMS)
I pull into my driveway feeling hot and bothered, and completely jealous that Jack managed to find the best sex of his life by getting into a fender bender on the Golden Gate Bridge.
I start thinking about Ben and our make-out session. I start thinking about his lips…and his ripped body. And the way he can swirl his tongue…and how good that would feel right now—somewhere aside from my mouth. I wonder if Ben could give me multiple orgasms.
The neighbors’ lights are on. I should just go over there and do something that will hopefully lead to me having sex with my hot young neighbor. I take the keys out of the ignition. And then I stop.
I am really bad at instigating sex. I usually end up looking desperate or sounding like a whore. And I am even worse at one-night stands. I actually think the guy will call me.
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