A Certain Hunger

by Chelsea G. Summers

You smell like flowers growing from Venus’s pussy.

recollected all the times I would take Andrew fresh from the shower, bend him over a pillow, and plant my mouth on his rectum with a wet, open-lipped kiss. Rich, well-bred men have the best hygiene. “Eat the rich,” they say, and in this they are not wrong.

We can only take so much intimacy before we close our eyes and pray to our gods for a cerebral hemorrhage.