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my personal cupping

On a whim I order an espresso. Simon is visibly turned on. He can’t hold back. First sip will probably be bitter because of the crema. Usually you try and do it in three sips. Oh man, all these rules. Fine, do it in one. He misunderstands. No. Maybe I’ll do it in one or [...]

orgasmic espresso

Today I interviewed my husband about his espresso obsession, an obsession I find vaguely sexy. I think it’s the expert factor. I tend to idolize other people’s knowledge, particularly every single one of my male professors throughout my university career. It’s a weakness. THE GIRL: Honey, why do you love espresso? THE HUSBAND: Part of [...]