hunger games by Max Magenta

“when are you coming over
to fuck me?”
her gravelly voice
travels up
and down the goosebumps
on my neck
i already know
she’s wearing those black fishnets
bent over
exposing herself
in front of the bay windows
breathing heavily
while her fingers go deep
her dulce de leche dripping
in sticky trails down her
caramel thighs
in absolute defiance of decorum
she skips the double dog dare and
goes right to the triple dare
“if you come over right now
you can have my ass”
standing on ceremony was never
her strong suit
resisting temptation
was never mine.

Max Magenta writes about many different sorts of things, and has been featured in Eternal Haunted Summer (Summer Solstice 2025), as well as The Literary Underground.  He lives in the Midwest with his partner and sometimes goes outside.  You can find more of his words on Bluesky @realmaxmagenta.

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