Suck my cock

Ten adverbs I’d like applied to my cock.

A fantasy sketch I wrote the day of my date with Véronique — a little study in anticipation, control, and a blue Honda with the engine running.

Ten more imaginative frameworks for your enthusiastic consideration.

A handy guide.

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

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.

V continues her tale — kneeling, this time without hesitation, in a room full of strangers at Le Trapeze.

Ruts are underrated. Being on different pages — that’s the real problem.

A haiku for the sleeping woman next to me.

Ten more instructions for you.