We arrange records on the floor-7 across and 7 down. I hate your picks and you hate mine despite the similiarity of them all. I’m the Courtney Taylor to your Anton Newcomb and so to compromise we make a pact to listen to whatever album I cum on—regardless of whose pick it was.

We lay across the records and start to kiss. Malajube is blaring on your iMac—I have no idea what they are saying but I fucking love it when you slip your fingers inside me during Montreal -40 degrees Celsius. And by the time La Monogamie comes on I’m sucking you off as you pull on my long brown hair.

I become so wet and even dizzy-- like that day last summer when I found out I won the ebay auction for that Pavement “Slanted and Enchanted” Vinyl LP on my first bid. I lay down as your hard cock slides inside me to the rhythm of Casse-Cou. Three minutes later I’m cuming harder than the time you fucked me on your pork pie drum set.

I pull out the record from under me—it’s Kraftwerk “Computer World”. I win.