Memory or fantasy?

Pillow talk, verbatim.

What it feels like to slide my cock inside you — the warmth, the merger, the selfish pleasure, the primal fulfillment.

Our relationship had become three-dimensional, and fucking was off the table. I was damned if I was going to let that stop me.

The anticipation of what’s to come is almost better than the coming.

My cock is hard. Your mouth is wet. It’s simple, really.

You’ve heard it before. But you’re wet, and you’re dressed as I asked, and you don’t see me yet.

The final installment of this particular fantasy — in which she finally gets the words right.

You didn’t listen the first time. You’ll learn.

The orgasm is mine, not yours.

A fantasy I was asked to write. As fantasies go, it’s pretty… direct.