Fling or Flame?

I was out for drinks with one of my girls telling her about an old flame, no fling, well, a guy I used to date, fine, sleep with, who recently texted out of the blue and asked to go for coffee.

As I was describing who this guy was I was trying to figure out what category he belonged in.  Fling or flame?  He definitely wasn’t a boyfriend. Then I thought to myself; what’s the difference?  Is there a difference between a fling and a flame?

Does Your Vagina Ever Grab Hold of You Life and Really Fuck Around?

…You know, like every so often you’re just overcome with the insatiable need to, well, come.

Sometimes it can last up to a week or so.  What I’m trying to say, I guess, is that I’m just getting over one of those weeks.  It really knocked me out.  I don’t know about Hot Stuff, but I definitely don’t need the gym for a few days.  Really.  Everything hurts.  He was an animal in my favorite kind of way.

December - USED

“Who the fuck is Candice?”

It was 10:38 p.m. on a Tuesday night in early December. 

Curled up, naked on the bed, soggy and drained.  Alone in a cramped, dimly lit, boutique hotel room in Manhattan, I sobbed.  My stomach tight in knots, throat closed and skin clammy.  Mascara running down my face, staining the crumpled white linen as the painted tear drops fell.   I was still covered with Russell and strangled by one thought, choking on it, nauseous and gasping…my insides at a crossroads between implosion and volcanic eruption.  My body shook as my thoughts wailed…