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Absinthe: “Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last forever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand.” 

Kerouac: Good evening to you, too.

Absinthe: Reading Proust. Swann’s Way. That really spoke to me. Just wanted to share it.

Kerouac: Melancholy mood tonight?

Absinthe: Lost in thought kind of mood tonight.

Kerouac: Same difference. Either way, don’t linger there too long. It’s not good for you.

Absinthe: Tell me about your day. I need a distraction from mine.

Kerouac: Life isn’t half as bad as you think it is, Absinthe.

Absinthe: Easy for you to say.

Kerouac: How about you tell me about yours first?

Absinthe: Started a new job. Hate it.

Kerouac: What kind of job?

Absinthe: Customer service.

Kerouac: Vague, but okay.

Absinthe: There are customers. And I serve them.

Kerouac: You can say you’re a waitress. There’s no shame in that.

Absinthe: Server, Kerouac. The politically correct term is server.

Kerouac: My mistake. So you hate it?

Absinthe: So much.

Kerouac: So find something else.

Absinthe: That’s the plan. Just have to tough it out a little longer. The money’s not bad.

Kerouac: Christ, Absinthe, don’t do any job for the money. That’s the worst thing you could do.

Absinthe: Not everyone has a choice. Unfortunately, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon.

Kerouac: Silver spoons sometimes rust.

Absinthe: You speak from experience?

Kerouac: Perhaps.

Absinthe: You blow through Daddy’s trust fund?

Kerouac: No.

Absinthe: Then what happened? You can’t make a statement like that and leave me hanging.

Kerouac: It’s a story for another time. Wounds are still fresh.

Absinthe: Whatever. You going to tell me about your day or what?

Kerouac: I went to work. Held a meeting. That’s about it.

Absinthe: What do you do for a living?

Kerouac: That’s private information.

Absinthe: Okay, fine. So you’re the boss of wherever you work?

Kerouac: You could say that. I’m in charge, yes. I run the place.

Absinthe: You like being in control?

Kerouac: Very much.

Absinthe: What’s your favorite sexual position? Since you like being in control so much?

Kerouac: Doggy style. Terrible name. Fucking amazing position.

Absinthe: Ugh.

Kerouac: What?

Absinthe: That’s my least favorite. I don’t like being fucked like a dog.

Kerouac: You speak from experience?

Absinthe: I do.

Kerouac: Then you’ve never experienced it with the right man.

Absinthe: Okay, so how would it be with you? Since you’re apparently the authority on doggy-style sex.

Kerouac: I am. And I’d be glad to share that with you. First of all, I’d place you on your hands and knees, spreading your thighs before tonguing your pussy from behind to put you at ease. When you’re soft and wet, I’d take my position behind you, gripping your hips with one hand and teasing your clit with the tip of my cock before gliding myself deep inside you, one teasing inch at a time. Once your pussy is clenched around my cock, I’d control your hips, making them meet my cock thrust for thrust as you rub your clit. I won’t go fast, and I won’t go slow. I’ll take my time, ensuring you feel every inch of me filling you, rubbing against your g-spot. And when you get close to the most amazing orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, I’d gather your hair in my hand, guiding you closer to me, my body leaning over yours so you can taste yourself on my lips as you come all over my cock as your hips writhe against me.

Absinthe: Fuck. Um. Wow.

Kerouac: Deeper, hotter, harder.

Absinthe: Sold.

Kerouac: Your turn. What’s your favorite position?

Absinthe: Missionary. And before you make fun of me, know that I’m not sorry. That’s what I like. Not fucking apologizing for it.

Kerouac: You’re not very experienced, are you?

Absinthe: I’m experienced enough.

Kerouac: You’re a virgin.

Absinthe: Nope.

Kerouac: I think you are.

Absinthe: You can think that all you want. Doesn’t make you correct.

Kerouac: So what do you like about the missionary position then?

Absinthe: It feels … safe, I guess? You get to look each other in the eyes and kiss and your whole bodies are touching everywhere. It’s intimate. And sweet.

Kerouac: Typical woman. You just need to live a little. Erotic sex can be just as fulfilling as romantic sex.

Absinthe: I’d ask you to teach me some time, but …

Kerouac: Yeah. Not going to happen. Not anytime soon at least.

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Absinthe: Look at that. Now we can email each other.

Kerouac: I like chatting this way.

Absinthe: Me too. But I kind of want your phone number. What happens if you type it in?

Kerouac: Karma will block out the numbers. Like this: ***-***-****.

Absinthe: So we’re going to have to email each other. Ugh. Who designed this? An AOL developer from 1995? Nobody fucking emails anymore.

Kerouac: For a girl who likes missionary sex, you have a bit of an edge to you. I like that.

Absinthe: Because I say fuck a lot?

Kerouac: Yes. I also have a weak spot for women with pretty mouths who say naughty things. Love a good contradiction. It goes against everything I stand for in real life. Makes me hard as a fucking rock.

Absinthe: You like it dirty?

Kerouac: I do.

Absinthe: And let me guess, you’re a clean-cut, educated professional.

Kerouac: Close enough.

Absinthe: You’re a complicated man, Kerouac. And I happen to have a weakness for complicated men.

Kerouac: Something tells me you’re just as complicated as I am.

Absinthe: If not more so. Goodnight, K.