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Instructions for her, while she’s at the bar.

Driving through the meatpacking district, I told her to cum for me. She did.

She knew the day would be long. She didn’t know much else.

Véronique was kind enough to leave out some details. I’m not that kind.

Véronique picks up where she left off — the cold air, the car, the Liberty Hotel with its green neon and painted ceiling.

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.