My Hard, Biological Truth, Part 2

I am considering asking him for some of his sperm.

Yesterday, I hosted my inaugural Sex Writing Workshop. It was a truly amazing experience. I felt so honored to teach writing and explore sexuality with an intimate group of 8 awesome women. I will host these monthly, and paid subscribers will continue to receive a discount on tickets. I know this is kind of a big thing to say, but in addition to writing, I feel like these workshops could be my calling. So, here is what I wrote in my very own workshop, which I edited a bit for anonymity 😉.

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P.C. Deon Black

I want him to come back to Mexico City so badly. I see his cute smile and his buzzcut, and his deep brown eyes glance at me through my phone screen.

“You’re an artist, Tash,” August says to me through the crinkling microphone. This is after I have spent months following all his self-publishing advice and putting my book out there in the world. "You’re killing it.”

August is almost completely bald. But as he winks at me through the pixels, across 3,000km of land and multiple time zones, I want to tell him that I’ve masturbated to the idea of him fucking me more times than