Anticipation

A little fantasy about how our first minutes together might go.

It’s only a matter of time.

My cock aches with wanting.

The agony of anticipation.

Two guys at the bar couldn’t stop talking about Véronique’s ass. They had no idea she was with me — until she was.

Just like a toddler, what I want isn’t to have — it’s to get.

Desire is to getting as love is to having. And getting is always better than having.

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

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

Véronique tells her side of our second evening together.