February 2013

V notices the secret language of her own body on the subway.

A married mom, a lurker, reaches out. And now I’m left wondering: what happens when I help someone see possibilities their partner doesn’t want to see?

The underside of a thigh on the subway.

Five-eight, and figuring out what that means.

Do as I say.

I try to find the words, and fail.

I want to press my face into your jeans, to feel how hot your cunt is in anticipation of what I’m about to do to it.

I want to slide your jeans down, off your legs, over your ankles to reveal your thighs, your knees.

I want to force your knees wide apart, to expose your cunt, covered by your panties, to the air, to my gaze.

So many questions I want answered. But not with words.

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A reader shares the story of her “masturbation party” — and the audio of her orgasm. Her voice gets impressively high.