Leigh Chadwick

Saturdays Are for Shaky Hips

I’ve never come home from war, but I’ve walked through a cornfield in November. In college, I bought a toaster because I was always losing my lighter. I don’t like sunflower seeds, but I like the way Fox Mulder moves his lips whenever he has a reason to move his lips. Every Saturday afternoon my husband turns my orgasm up to eleven. I tell my therapist, It’s easy to fall in love with anything after a mid-morning moan. What I’m trying to say is it’s always the third margarita that brings the quietest sip.

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