Hey Little Girl, Is Your Daddy Home?
Sex with my new lover opened up a Pandora’s Box of fantasies
I’m making coffee in the kitchen when my partner Drake comes in and pours himself a bowl of cereal. Looking up, he gives me a funny look and then asks, “Is that a hickey on your neck?”
I grin like a naughty child and reply, “Am I a bad girl?”
He gives me a half-smile and agrees — “Naughty girl.”
I had sex with someone new last night, after a year of solo sex and intentional erotic rituals with Drake. Don’t get me wrong, I love these practices… but I’ve missed desire.
Drake is on the asexual spectrum, and so, although he’s a giving, wonderful lover when we choose to have sex, I desire being desired. As an ace, it’s just not in his nature to lust after me — or anyone for that matter.
And it’s been a long time since I felt desired so deliciously.
I’m on fire…
After breakfast, I lie on the couch listening to a cover of Bruce Springsteen’s I’m on Fire by the Chromatics, on repeat.
I heard the original when I was a child, and from the opening lines, “Hey little girl is your daddy home, did he go and leave you all alone?” I imagined a man knocking on the door of a house, a little…
