
Playboy Fiction: A Pencil Stroke on Paper
All it takes is a user icon. That’s how it begins: a tiny picture, no bigger than a postage stamp. It’s happened for years, always the same process.
I find a photo, somewhere on the internet, of a stranger. And in that photo, I see something that plunges a fishhook into my heart-meat. It can be a form, a face, a profile. Blurry-soft or headshot crisp, it doesn’t matter. But I know my weaknesses.
Pale skin calls out to me. That quality of white, unmarred skin that gives the appearance of in...
I find a photo, somewhere on the internet, of a stranger. And in that photo, I see something that plunges a fishhook into my heart-meat. It can be a form, a face, a profile. Blurry-soft or headshot crisp, it doesn’t matter. But I know my weaknesses.
Pale skin calls out to me. That quality of white, unmarred skin that gives the appearance of in...