LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE ABOUT MY SEXUAL DEVIANCY by Delaney Nolan
I get turned on by intimacy. I have this huge fetish, see, for monogamy. Sometimes I’m just like, ooh, baby, I want to read in bed with you. I want my fingers in your chest hair in a distracted, non-violent way. I want to use terms like “make love.” I want the smell of your car to become familiar to me.
I’ll watch porn and construct elaborate relationship histories between the two (or three or seven). Every time their knuckles brush it gives me a shiver. I’ll freeze-frame the moment when their eyes accidentally meet, briefly, while he is fist-deep and flipping her over on the pool table and just go fucking wild with it, you know?
Yeah baby, that’s what’s in my spank-bank. Hair brushed gently from the eyes. Fingers tracing cheek and jawline. Our shoes in a disheveled mess together, discarded on the floor.
Delaney Nolan‘s work has been published or is forthcoming in Arts & Letters PRIME, Gargoyle, Grist, Housefire, Post Road, Wigleaf, and elsewhere. She currently lives in New Orleans.