Anticipation

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.

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.