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The College Virgin: The Deed

As my bare feet touched felt the soft carpet sink between my toes, my legs trembled with each step. Gliding across the floor, I found my way to the bathroom in the darkness of his apartment. The soft yellow light filled the room, and I saw a strange reflection in the mirror. My previously perfect […]

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The College Virgin: The Red Lace Thong

I fell in love with my V-Card swiper pretty closely after our first kiss. Seems crazy, I know. In my defense it took him five weeks to kiss me. While the lust for his lips was torturous, I started to fall for him based on personal interactions. He had such a way about him that […]

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The College Virgin: A Kiss Worth Telling

  Being a virgin into my early twenties was not always my plan. To be honest, I really didn’t think of sex much until sophomore year of college. I was just kind of waiting to wait, no true reason behind it. As I met more and more careless men throughout college, I started to tell […]

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The College Virgin: She Returns

“The College Virgin” is a column that originally ran in the UWM Post. Due to policy, once the anonymous author graduated, she could not publish her work for the platform anymore since she was no longer a student. The column will now run in GoldDust Magazine. Well, well, well… it was about time I blew […]

The Feeding

A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]

Becoming Another

I am obligated to remember this; being small. For weeks I recall nothing at all. Once I was ordinary, Lying under another’s sequoias tree. When it thundered, I hid in a pit. A Cratus is among us, His three siblings too. Mother, I am becoming another. I must swallow it all. I have never known, […]

I Was Lying in the Sun

  I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]