Anticipation

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.

I had a plan for the evening. It didn’t survive first contact.

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.