You *CAN* Put a Price on Growth by @Room704

One night approximately two months before my wedding day, I stood in my kitchen sobbing because I was hungry. So hungry. Hungry and I couldn’t let myself eat a cup of low calorie yogurt because it was too much. I was hungry and couldn’t give myself or my body a break. The next morning I called my primary care doctor. After 15 minutes, she scribbled a referral on a pad to see a therapist, diagnosis:...

I Want Your Sex by @iamchrismann

Ever have one of those nights where you are hot and sexed up and with nowhere to go? So you decide to go to sleep to stay out of trouble? And then the only dude from your laminated list who knows you exist actually emails you and says, “Oh hai, here’s the video you gave me party photos for last fall. Bee Tee Dubs it’s ‘I Want Your Sex’.” Sometimes it is like the universe just...

My Personal Paris by @room704

I lay with my eyes closed. Reciting times tables in my head. Cataloging the feel of every part of his sleeping (slightly snoring) body pressed behind mine. I could smell him. In a good way. In a “panties burst into flames kind of way.” But we were determined to be good. We were supposed to be napping between classes. He was. I wasn’t. My pulse was racing in my neck as I tried to distract myself...

I like to party. Just not with dead animals. by @laurenacarlton

You know how you invite people to your house for a party? There is always someone that stands over the buffet you slaved in your kitchen to create and she makes faces at the bacon-wrapped shrimp and cheese dip (seriously, must you put cheese on everything?) and settles for a plate full of celery and green olives. That guest? Is probably me. I will also be drinking most of your booze unless my “Is it or...

Room 123 by @room704

He texted me the room number. Before I could knock, the door flew open and he pulled me inside. His mouth was all over me in an instant. It had been so long since we had been together that the heat was immediate. Hands tearing clothes off, frantically making our way to the bed, mouths searching familiar territory. He suddenly stopped. Taking my face in his hands, he looked into my eyes. “I love you” he whispered...