Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I could tell it was awkward for him. He didn’t want to have this conversation with me. He wasn’t sure what to think or whom to believe so he didn’t even ask for my side of the story. He simply … Continue reading →

I’ve been a bad boy for most of my life. I’ve been rude to most every girlfriend or wife. I sent sexual texts in all circumstances and grinded on girls at each plural dances. The number of stares, glares and … Continue reading →

She said, "You know, maybe you shouldn’t pop up on my block unannounced. People might get uncomfortable." When she said "people," she was referring to herself. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. I just wanted to see her. I … Continue reading →

She was my tutor and I was a terror. I would not listen. I would not behave. I would not explain why I, a perfectly adequate math student, would avoid the assignments and instead seek to wrestle my instructor. I … Continue reading →

I didn’t want to do it. I was upset with her. She’d made me feel small and jealous and unappreciated and I also didn’t want to get in trouble with her parents. But she quietly crept in and joined me … Continue reading →

When you were on the rag and I was too ooked out for period sex but I was feeling kind of randy and I tried to coax you to blow me and then I tried to convince you to blow … Continue reading →

Fine. I get it. You don’t like me anymore – yes, I insist upon that addition, See, despite what you currently claim I know you liked me. Everything you did, said, and showed gave me ample evidence to support that … Continue reading →

He pulled me away from her and asked what I was doing. Shouting over the bar noise: "Don’t you think she’s had enough?" I looked back at the girl, – the beautiful girl – finishing her drink – her third … Continue reading →

She told me under no circumstances should I touch her head so of course all I could think about was touching her head. She’d been quite clear in her instructions and was at the moment acting in a particularly generous … Continue reading →

Phil and me sitting around in yet another unsupervised Study Hall. Phil’s new to the school so I’m telling him what’s what. "That girl there?" I say, chin pointing at the only poodle skirt and cardigan in the hall. "That’s … Continue reading →