Oral

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

I arrived alone at a freshly moved-into floor, wearing tight leggings and a thin sweater. The mover looked at me differently when he closed the door, and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving unsatisfied.

She boarded the carriage after midnight, sat opposite me, and began telling me things no one should confess to a stranger in the dark.

I put on the red dress with nothing underneath and thought it was just a thank-you dinner. I had no idea how the night was going to end.

I took an empty shot glass with me when I left the dance floor. I didn’t even understand why, until we were alone in his car and I knew exactly what I was going to do with it.

She was forty-seven and had a thirst no man had ever quenched. That dawn, in the deserted park, she decided she would no longer pretend otherwise.

I had just lifted the biggest trophy of my career. What I did next, with him cornered against the tiles, doesn’t appear in any sports report.

I went into that hotel just to dry my clothes. I left hours later with weak knees and a secret I’ve been carrying ever since.

I wrote to half a dozen girls asking for the same thing. Only one replied, and that afternoon, in a shopping center bathroom, I discovered something I didn’t expect.

She closed the door without locking it and stood looking at him, not yet knowing that this man was about to disprove everything she believed about casual sex.

I never saw her face. Only her brown back breathing hard while my hands went lower than a massage therapist should ever dare.

It started with his hand inside my pants while we pretended to watch the screen. None of the four of us said a word until it was impossible to stop.

The show was over, the drums had gone quiet, but the fire carnival had lit between her legs was only just beginning to burn.

When he invited me up for a drink, I had no idea I was about to discover what it was really like to be with a man who knew what he was doing.

I was about to get into the jacuzzi when someone knocked on the door. It was her, with my card in hand and the smile I’d been imagining for months.

I only wanted to make my ex jealous. I never imagined that night would end with me climbing a hidden staircase with the club bouncer.

I never told anyone what I did that afternoon. I went in alone, with no names, no rules, ready to let a stranger lead me into the dark.

I arrived trembling at the barn, on my knees in the straw, waiting for a man whose face I would never get to see. I did it for my boyfriend. Or so I told myself.

I went in to sort out some boring paperwork and came out trembling. What that man did to me with his hands behind his desk still keeps me up at night.

I’d never accepted an invitation from a man I’d just met. But something about his smile, and the way he looked at my cleavage, made me say yes.