The Russian’s skin is warm against mine. Soft. When he pushes against my chest to lower me to his blanket, he does it with such care, such d...

In early March, the Russian wanted to know why it was taking me so long to see him again. We’d traded fucks one passionate night right befor...

“When you touch me,” he says, pronouncing the verb as if it rhymed with botch , “you are making the music. Piano, piano, piano, fortissimo ....