Here's an excerpt from my story, "Beer Bottle":
Regardless of the reason for its condition, this not-quite-empty bottle symbolized one thing to me—unfinished business. To my mind, it was inextricably related to the opening she’d left me when she had departed: “I’ll be up for a while, if you want to call me.” Though she had not been the last to leave, the few remaining partyers had soon said their goodnights. Even after my perfunctory cleanup, I judged that only about fifteen minutes had elapsed since I’d hugged her goodbye.And, hey, look at this! I'm also on a new Xcite audio CD, with my story "Impressionism." (N.B. I'm not the voice who reads it, only the voice who wrote it.)
I swigged the barely significant remnants of Eveline’s beer. In reality it tasted only like flat beer, but I fantasized that it tasted like her. I closed my eyes and imagined smelling it on her breath, as she leaned in close for a kiss. I contemplated how the beer would taste on her tongue ... and then I contemplated how her tongue would feel on my cock. I wanted another sip from this bottle—but it was bone-dry now.
Thanks for everything, Xcite!
Edit: Haha, correction made: Sex, Love & Valentines, Jeremy, not "Valentine's." I swear, I know how to use (or not use) an apostrophe correctly! (I was thinking Valentine's Day, I guess.)