Read, Write, Repeat.

Essays, fiction, photos and nonsensical ramblings by Joel Zlotnik

Squeeze

Chrissy slides her hands slowly down my back. I close my eyes and feel them slip under my shorts. They dip lower and lower until her nimble fingers come to rest firmly on my ass. Beads of sweat begin to populate my forehead. One of the drops makes a run for it, sliding down my…

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