Bittersweet Chocolate

by C.M. Guidroz

The amount of days he doesn’t touch me adds up to him no longer being attracted to my post-pregnancy body.

When she looks back at me, legs spread wide, the meaty rope hanging out of her like a fucked up umbilical cord, she smiles and uses her other hand to work her clit.

have been reading books but the words stay on the page, never making it through the barrier of my thoughts. This is usually when I would drop this whole book hobby and move on to something else that gives me the sense of fulfillment I’m searching for. Except, I have a new obsession and it’s her.