The Gloss Diaries
Volume 1: Frankie | Episode 3
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Trailing out behind Kiki was Tom and Rick. The boys’ voices and Kiki’s snorting laughter brought me back to reality. Rick said, “Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking for you. I had the craziest conversation about your hot self-portrait.” Still looking at Frankie, I said, “me too.” Nothing could shake me from this moment. Frankie winked at me and turned towards the gallery door. “I better go see what Sasha has gotten into.” And just like that Frankie was gone.
The heat from her hand lingered on my face. How do both worlds exist? One with her touch and one without.
Rick walked over and stammered on, “Remember Doug, that guy that had that car I wanted to buy, he could not believe those were your tits. I said, bro, those are definitely her tits. Whoa, you smell like smoke wanna share?” In a whiplash of experience, I realized the cigarette adorned by Frankie’s lipstick was still between my fingers. The cherry was still lit. I handed it to Rick without pause as if trying to catch up in the middle of a conversation.
Did any of them sense something weird as Frankie exited? Is her lipstick on my lips? Can they hear my heart beat? See the weight of my wanting?
As I watched Rick’s lips touch the tip, my clit throbbed. No excuse, I want it all. I took a drag of the cigarette. He looked over at me and said, “God you look so sexy right now, I really want to take you home and fuck you.” I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “Please take me home and fuck me.” Biting the lobe, I repeated, “Please.”
Rick turned to Tom and said, “Buddy, it’s been nice knowing you but I gotta go!” He gave Tom the cigarette, turned around and picked me up and kissed me. The bourbon on his breath mixed with the faint smell of smoke still clinging to my hair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him fervidly. He tried to walk while carrying me and kissing me but eventually he put me down and we ran to the car.
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Queer erotica is a necessary liberatory escape. We need such portals of pleasure more than ever!
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Gloria Gloss, Arden, and Ghost Boy
