Jan 012015
champagne alone

On our first New Year’s Eve together, I had him face down in the mattress as the ball dropped. We had been dating just shy of a year, but that night, I realized we were something. The year after that, he sucked my cock. The year after that — last year — there was transgressed flesh, a little blood, and the unspoken understanding that this first night would be our last. Since the beginning, J and I spent every New Year’s Eve together — not really on purpose, but by happy chance. We never made any particular effort to be together on holidays or birthdays, but … [read more]