Erotica

A fantasy I was asked to write. As fantasies go, it’s pretty… direct.

You will not forget it.

Sometimes I don’t want to touch. I just want to sit across from you, hard, and tell you what to do.

Is it presumptuous of me to imagine what happens next?

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

She was trying to be less sketchy. I was trying to be less sketchy. We met on SeekingArrangement.

Room 909. A hotel room, a command, a wait that I can’t sustain, and a first time that leaves marks.

I like to watch you touch yourself.

My cock aches with wanting.

I like to say “please” the third time.