Fucking

You sit feet from me, and every small, calculated move you make sends me spiraling.

Pretty much where I am right now.

V documents a morning tryst far better than I ever could have – I just showed up and drank coffee.

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

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

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.

Véronique tells her side of the story. The differences are as fun as the similarities.

Salad night with Mara, a chair across the room, and a story she told me with her hands on her knees.

A friend’s rape fantasy leads me to reckon with why hard fucking is, for me, a quick path to a lost erection.