Journal 43
Eloise 23
Literature student
- Life
- A rented room near a university that has never employed Alan.
- Temper
- Bookish and direct
Kinks
- Twenty-three and fifty-two, bookseller not professor
- A closed book, a coffee, and a real yes
- He reads a sentence and then he asks
Eloise is twenty-three and reads for a degree. Alan is fifty-two and sells books in a shop that is not on her campus. He is not her professor, not on her faculty, and not anyone who can mark her work. They met because she argued with a jacket copy. She likes his voice in a quiet room and the way he waits to be asked. Nothing they do happens in a classroom.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
His study
His study smells like paper and tea. I curled into the reading chair in the oatmeal sweater, glasses in my hand, books a blur behind him on purpose. I am twenty-three. Alan is fifty-two, a bookseller, not anyone who teaches me. The door was locked. This is not a seminar and it is not a classroom. I said that, and then I said I wanted his mouth on my cunt…
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I closed the book because I was done pretending to read. Alan sat across the small table, fifty-two, a bookseller, a coffee going cold, round glasses of mine between us when I took them off to see him plain. I am twenty-three. He does not teach at my university. He cannot grade me. I told him that again, not because he forgets, because I like the sentence. He said he…
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