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I fell hard for Johnny Carvello. Dagos got me wet. He preferred strippers, ringside tables, hand on crotch, watching them work the pole. Called it ‘happy dick.’ We were the perfect pair, the ex-Mafioso and the car crash cripple. Both, second rate goods. He had a thing for my still-perfect feet, bathed them in rosewater, sucked the toes, jacked himself off all over them. He’d pose me naked, on the bed, do tai chi by candlelight, his eyes on mine. Months into it when he tried to fuck me, I broke it off. The relationship, not the dick.
Originally published in 100 Word Stories
© Alexis Rhone Fancher 2013
Find Alexis Rhone Fancher’s work in BoySlut, High Coupe, Gutter Eloquence, Tell Your True Tale, Good Men Project, Bare Hands, Poetry Super Highway, Le Zaporogue, Rattle, and elsewhere. Her photographs, published worldwide, include the covers of Witness and The Mas Tequila Review. Nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2013, she is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. www.alexisrhonefancher.com
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