Instructions

Words, cock, hands, tongue, imagination, demands — these are what I trade in. Give me your compliance, your arousal, your sounds, your images, and I promise: I will only ask for more.

Here’s what I want. It’s simple, really.

I can see the outline of your bra through your t-shirt. I want you to stand close enough that I can smell you.

An apology that isn’t really an apology.

You asked what your pictures do to me. Here’s what they do to me.

She won’t commit, but she won’t stop sending pictures either. We both know how this ends.

Another questionnaire — this time, about how you’d like me to go down on you.

Button-fly jeans, black cotton panties, and my hand.

Tell me what you want me to do with them.

Jen and I plan a date, and she submits to my requests — enthusiastically, if not immediately.