BADLANDS UNLIMITED

NEW LOVERS
N 3

GOD,
I DONT
EVEN KNOW
YOUR NAME

ANDREA MCGINTY

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KNOW YOUR NAME

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NEW LOVERS
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God, I Dont Even Know Your Name

by Andrea McGinty
New Lovers No.3
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GOD, I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME

II
EMBRACE THE
DETOURS IN LIFE

The hotel bar smelled like beer, which

reminded Eva of what Aabel smelled like
the first night she sucked his dick. It took
a long time for him to come, and she
realized it was because he was drunker
than he let on. Eva didnt typically have
patience for what she called whiskey dick,
even less so now that she didnt drink.
But his was of the favorable kind. Better

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a hard-on that wont quit than one that

wont fuck.
Besides, he was different. Sitting at
the bar sipping a Virgin Bloody Mary,
Eva closed her eyes and pictured Aabels
boyish, dimpled face and his sexy, wellgroomed beard. How long had it been
since they first met? How long had it been
since they first fell into bed together? Since
they said their last goodbye?
She met him at that bar. Eva was in
London for a week before heading to an
arts residency in the Finnish countryside.
She was with her friend Fawn, who was
also an artist. And Fawn knew Aabel
because he curated a friend of hers in
an exhibition at the Serpentine Gallery.
After the show opened and the afterparty
ended, they all went out for one last drink.
Aabel suggested the bar at the hotel

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where Eva was staying because it boasted

a jukebox that only played Finnish pop
songs, one of his obsessions. As Aabel and
Eva danced, he translated the lyrics.
This ones about drinking too much
and its fun.
This ones about doing too many
drugs and its bad.
Shes saying shes fallen in love.
Hes saying he wished theyd never met.
Eva was charmed. He was roguish and
handsome. And as a Finnish curator he
knew everything there was to know about
the art scene where she was going. He told
her where to eat the best kalakukko (fish
pie) and dared her to go ice-swimming.
He felt real.
Or at least as real as his Bangly profile.
What Eva didnt tell Aabel that night was
that even before she met him, she knew

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him. He was one of the first bangers in

London she found interesting enough to
bookmark on Bangly, the hookup app.
It seemed as if fate had brought Aabel
into her life.
She smiled to herself as she thought
about the way his tight flannel shirt
clung to his taut chest, and how his eyes
glinted when he lamented the current art
trends. Apparently, rambling was what
prominent young curators from Helsinki
did for a living. But Eva never got tired
of listening to him. His voice alone made
her wet. It sounded like a sirens song. She
particularly liked how her juices clung to
his mustache when he went down on her
and she could taste it on his lips when he
came up for a kiss.
He knew how to make a girl forget
what she was running away from.

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He knew the art of sexually pleasing

damaged souls.
Shashi, her Wellness Guru, had
recommended celibacy for her first year
of sobriety, probably to protect her from
situations like this. Whatever.
The smell of cologne from the
bespectacled businessman sitting next to
Eva drove her a little mad. It reminded
her of the last night she and Aabel spent
together. She remembered a bottle of
Hugo Boss on his shelf. The businessman
wore the same scent. It was woody and
strong with a hint of citrus. She could feel
her face flush with arousal.
She turned and flashed him a dirty grin.
The businessman probably thought
Eva wanted to fuck him, and yeah, she
did. But what she wanted most was to
lean in and inhale deeply, filling her lungs

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with the scent.

Her burger arrived and she smiled
again at the businessman. She took one
large bite and let the burger juice drip
around her lips as she slowly licked it up.
She saw the businessmans eyes gaze at her
intently. Some women didnt like to eat
in front of men. In Evas experience the
most sexually satisfying ones appreciated a
healthy appetite in a woman.
Tomorrow shed be in Finland and
the businessman would be home with his
wife, or maybe playing golf if the weather
permitted. And where the hell would
Aabel be? Fucking some other brunette?
She couldnt tell if he was the type, but
then she didnt really know him at all, even
though she must have heard his opinion
on every video artist who had ever made
work in Europe. All she knew was that he

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muttered I really like you once as he

drifted off to sleep. And that was enough.
She knew this meant he loved her. At least
a little.
Do normal people feel this fucked when
they fuck someone?
Is this feeling of connection even real?
The endless chattering of questions
began to fill her mind. It was one of the
ways Evas addictive personality expressed
itself. That, and fucking.
Are illusions worth having if they make
you feel okay in the world?
Would he ever try anal?
Is sex different in Europe?
Why are men who are so good at eating
pussy so bad at making coffee?
What the hell is speculative realism anyway?
Should I move to London?
What would our babies look like?

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Eva tried to quiet her mind by focusing

on remembering the first night she spent
with Aabel, which was only six days ago.
He had practically nothing to offer but
water and a half-smoked joint. She loved
that he had been in bed until the evening
and his forehead dripped with sweat from
a hangover. She hated sports, but loved
that he wanted to watch the futbol game,
and loved it even more when he talked
over the entire thing. She loved that he
hated people with dogs but thought people
with babies were fine because they didnt
impose their love on you as much. She
loved when he contradicted himself while
working through an idea. She loved that
he fucked her when the game went into
overtime and complimented her tousled
hair after his team won. She loved that he
didnt call when he said he would, and

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when she texted first she had to wait all

day for a response. She loved how much
that hurt.
Shashi also told her that addicts had
dulled pleasure centers in their brains,
and because of that the good feelings
were fleeting.
When her check arrived, she signed it
and then glanced coyly to her right. She
caught the businessmans eye. Eva slid her
spare key across the bar and then leaned
over to whisper into his ear: Room 602.
Shed seen it in the movies a million
times, but was surprised it was this easy
in real life.
Her heart fluttered as she walked
out of the bar and made her way back to
her room. She sat at the foot of the bed
staring at the doorknob for what seemed
forever. Chills spread over her body at the

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sound of the key card sliding in and the

lock clicking.
Are you a hooker or something?
he blurted out. Normally she would
find that question reprehensible, but she
ignored it. She was different now, after
her stint at Promises. She dropped to her
knees and reached for his belt buckle. He
chuckled nervously, which also did not
help the mood.
God, she thought, I need this.
She spotted the tan line on his finger
where his wedding ring once sat and her
lust intensified.
She unzipped his fly and caressed
his balls. Eva had sucked enough cock
to know where this was going. She
wrapped her manicured fingers around
his growing erection and teased him by
thoroughly lubing the tip of his cock with

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her wide open mouth. Saliva dripped

down to the base of his shaft. Then, she
devoured his rigid tool, looking up at him
as his cockhead touched the back of her
throat. He was in a trance. His hardness
pulsed at the same rate as her heartbeat,
glistening from her saliva. Slowly at first,
then gradually picking up the pace, Eva
fucked his cock with her warm mouth. He
soon started having trouble standing, so
she clutched his ass with both hands to
keep his dick in her mouth. Suddenly he
grabbed the back of her head and began
to plunge himself deeper and faster into
her. Eva let out a moan of satisfaction
and opened up her throat to take in every
inch. Thrust after thrust she sucked him
to perfection. At last he yelled, Scheie!
His whole body jerked backward as his
knees buckled. Warm cum filled Evas

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mouth. And she swallowed it all. She

wanted to feel fucking full.
It was as if she followed an ancient
dick-sucking handbook someones older
sister had passed down through the ages,
one that spilled the secrets to getting your
face fucked right.
After the handbook finish, Eva looked
up at him. Your turn.
Still a little dazed, he threw her onto
the bed and clumsily slid her wet panties
off. She pulled her dress over her head
in one motion, exposing her supple and
firm breasts. Shed gotten really good at
that move and it never failed to impress.
She slowly spread her legs to reveal her
glistening wetness as he got on his knees
at the foot of the bed. He then placed his
hands on her calves and began to massage
them firmly. Slowly, he moved his hands

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up her legs until they reached the sweet

spot. He stared at her pussy as if he was
carving a Thanksgiving turkey for the first
time in front of his in-laws and didnt
know where to start. He gently entered
her with two fingers as he lightly rubbed
her clit with his thumb. Evas heart was
pounding as she moaned and writhed on
the bed. He pushed his finger deeper into
her and with a gentle twist his knuckles
began to rub her G-spot.
Fuck, Im so wet, Eva howled.
She wanted more. She grabbed his
head with both hands and yanked him
down between her legs. He hungrily
sucked the folds of her pussy as he kept
fingering her tight hole. She combed
her fingers through his hair like she was
stroking her pet dog as she urged him to
keep pace with her building climax. He

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kept lapping at her wet pearl and fucking

her with his fingers. Her legs began to
tremble as she gasped, Oh God, Im
close, dont stop. He pressed on, licking
her clit with utter devotion.
Right there dont stop dont stop.
Dont stop.
God, dont
Then everything around her fell into
nothingness.
The best thing about married men is
their years spent getting out of trouble
with their wives by going down on them.
You cant fake that level of experience.
On second thought, the best thing about
married men is their eagerness to please.
There are few things in life that can
make you feel as simultaneously high and
low as fucking a man that is fucking you to
avoid thinking about someone else.

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