10/22/10

Sexy Thing
By John Ogden


I wanted her the moment I heard her speak.

I couldn’t help it. It was something about the way her lips moved, the shape of her eyes, the way her voice reminded me of a pornstar I’d had the hots for since I was a teen. She had the same body, the same mannerisms, the same shade of tan in her soft and smooth skin. The instant she spoke, the instant I looked into her eyes, I wanted her. I wanted to possess her, carry her away to a dark office corner and fill her until we both lay quiet and sated.

My wedding ring weighs heavy on my eager finger.

I wonder if hers is itching to come off too.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.