Unethical Sluts

I find it a regretful irony that my ex and I probably spent more time discussing Lacanian ‘desir’, than we did actually fucking.

I think I have a crush on The Internet itself.

I lay back and thought of a tiny grasshopper, scratching around in the reeds.

I took my chances and undressed, slipping between his slightly grubby sheets. He continued to slurp and probe and lick and even, sadly speak.