Memory or fantasy?

Her voice undoes me more than her body ever could.

A Saturday afternoon, a Village Voice, and a pay phone: the mechanics of my first paid sexual encounter.

I tell her what I want; she gives it to me. Thousands of miles away.

She was the first woman who seemed not to be reluctantly agreeing, but aggressively pursuing, sex. We fucked seven times.

She’s bratty, she’s beautiful, and she cums when I tell her to. More or less.

Blindfolded, on her knees, she hadn’t yet seen or tasted or touched my cock. But she could hear how hard I was.

A night out with a new couple gets off to an inauspicious start.

She came for me — and for you — and she describes exactly how.

Four nipples greet me, and things escalate from there.

She came when I asked. And she let me share it with you.