by Chloe Caldwell
This morning my three year old cousin dropped his cup of apple juice and spilled it all over the green ottoman. "Oh Jesus," he said. I cringed and cracked up, because his inflection showed that he got that from me and I knew that I got it from my ex-lover. "Oh Jesus, are you kidding me with those tits?" or "Oh Jesus, your pussy is so tight." Those were my favorites. How badly I wished I were fucking instead of refilling a sippy cup.
Chloe Caldwell is a writer living in Seattle, WA. Her first published piece can be read here.