Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

Whoever decided running is a good form of exercise can go straight to hell.

five minutes with this woman, and I’m close to asking her if she wants to come back to my place. My son’s ex-girlfriend. I’m going straight to hell.

“Your son didn’t know how to fuck me.” Margo brings her mouth close to mine. “Do you think you will?”

“Good boy,” she murmurs, and I almost come on the spot.

Jesus is probably rolling in his grave because of what a ho-ho-hoe I am.

I’m always smart when I have sex with someone; protection is a necessity and nonnegotiable, but I’m close to throwing that rule out the window.

“Miles are miles, no matter how fast. All you need is a pair of shoes, and sometimes, you don’t even need those.”

“I’ve always wanted to be someone’s dirty little secret.” She rounds the corner of the furniture and gets on her knees. “Please be quick.”

“You fucking tease.” He bites my neck and pinches my nipples, the dual sensations causing heat to race through my body. “I almost came in my pants in front of my son.”

“Fill my pussy with your cum, Finn. I want the world to know whose whore I am.”

The juxtaposition between his bedroom side and his real-world side is making my head spin, and I don’t know which one I like best.

“Railing a raccoon isn’t on my holiday to-do list, but you don’t look like that at all. You look stunning.”