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Véronique tells you about our first date, in her own words.

A much-hyped first date, a black polka-dot minidress, and a request made over drinks.

A series of questions, each one a little more insistent than the last.

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The post is about sharing a hot piece of writing from friends Nic and Lace, which is an erotic passage about belts and desire. Let me write an excerpt in the blog’s voice.

My new friends Nic and Lace wrote something that made my cock hard, and I thought you should see it.

There’s really very little in life that doesn’t involve my actually touching a woman that turns me on more than my words arousing.

An evening of oral education, with structured feedback.

Sometimes, the mail I get is really, really good.

Pack a bag, but we’re not going anywhere. I just want to watch you model every last thing in it — and render every pair of panties unwearable.

Same concept, slight twist: each woman touches herself next to someone else’s partner, who finishes on her.

A modest proposal for a coed circle jerk — done with a little taste, and subtlety.