Special, Baby
I liked his calloused hands running over the smooth skin on my back, us standing there, me in my thong that he bought for me and a pair of flats, he shirtless in his boxer briefs. He loved flats, loved to see my feet in them, to marvel at them. Read more
Bobby Wilson
My name is Bobby Wilson. I live in China where I teach English and write. My writings have appeared in the Longridge Review, Unlikely Stories, and The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. I spend most of my time reading, writing, studying languages and cooking. I’m married and own a cat.
