Gabrielle #3 – God Forbid (I)
The first in a series of short stories regarding fleeting sexual encounters. This one is about 'Jaws,' in a sense.
The main thing I remember is that he was thin. Like, Christ on the cross thin. Wiry limbs and ribs like speed bumps. Classic build for a guy who subsists on weed and original Coke. He kissed like he was searching for something on the other side of my face but he had a surprisingly elite bedding situation. Egyptian cotton covers and one of those fat fluffy duvets that sounds like burning leaves when you move around in it. I considered this, at the time, to be an "interesting” development in his personality.
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