Bad at Love

by Penny Fox

“Oh, come on, Gabe. All men jerk off.” I whip my head toward him, glaring. “I don’t!” He grins. “Bullshit.”

“I do not do that. It makes too much of a mess.”

With everything else going on in my life, changing my sheets on the wrong day is the last thing I need to deal with.

So the question is: how do I convince my roommate to make porn with me?

“You don’t make a hundred thousand a year?” “No, I make double that.” That’s all I need to know. I’ve made up my mind. I’m making porn.

I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that if I want to be happy, then my parents won’t be. Neither of us has been happy with my life lately. So if they’re going to be miserable anyway, I may as well be happy, right?

I enjoy being watched, but something about watching him and coaching him through his first real masturbation session? That is going down in history as the top hottest moment of my life.

Morning comes sooner than I’d have liked, and though I planned to sleep until late afternoon, I can’t this morning because the moment the sun is up, there is a knock at my door. I’ve created a monster.

This was supposed to be for money, and somehow… not a single video has been made. What the hell are we doing here?