She picks up where I left off — with all the details I left out.

Ice, wax, and a splayed 20-something — and then a pause to reckon with everything that means.

V tells her side of the story, starting with bourbon, buttons, and a text at 10:01.

I’m unnervingly talented at engineering the rejection I claim to fear most.

A evening of teasing, denial, and a loud orgasm on a quiet street.

A midday visit, a pencil skirt, a conference call, and the question of when, exactly, to start fingering her.

A fantasy sketch I wrote the day of my date with Véronique — a little study in anticipation, control, and a blue Honda with the engine running.

Véronique tells her side of our second date – the power shifts, the pussy waterboarding, and the relentless finale against the desk.

Turnabout is fair play — especially when it involves a blindfold and a bottle of water.