Sex Stories

I like to think of myself as urbane, and I like to think of Chicago as the ultimate urbane city. It really is just the way it looks in movies. Slick. Clean. Great architecture. Lots of live music if you know where to look. But I also like to daydream too much. I was at my favorite Japanese steakhouse, thinking about how good the city looked at night. Fortunately my girlfriend didn’t notice. She just sat there on the right side of the secluded booth…nibbling at nigiri sushi.The last time we were here was a year ago, after we first met. And just like the first time, our booth was very out of the way. A little darker and cozier than the rest, the low cushions lining the side and back walls just a bit more plush. I sat in the center, my attention less focused on my own food than how she enjoyed hers…the chopsticks sliding over her lips, the demure way she dabbed them dry. I never understood why she was so dainty about food or anything else, as Michelle is nearly eight inches taller than me and quite the soft butch. Well, tall or not, she’s cute when she’s eating.