Billie Best tells the story of meeting an Asian girl on the train and having an unexpected conversation. 26 minutes, one take, unedited.
Billie Best writes about the memory of scent and lusting after the body odor of humans in this time of pandemic isolation.
I was on the phone talking to an old guy and he was telling me how worried he is about what’s going on in the world. He’s 88.
At 21 I never imagined being on the receiving end of cheating in marriage. I have since learned that the arc of karma is long, and it bends toward payback.
Our marriage breakdown after 30 years was bound to happen because our careers were going in opposite directions.
When my husband realized he had only a few months to live he told me he thought we should plan his death like a wedding because it was just as important.
I ask myself, why am I not also a writer of erotica of the sort people pay for, and read aloud to their partner between the sheets and sleep?