Oral

When she shut the office door and asked me to look her in the eyes, I knew we weren’t going to talk about work alone.

When I climbed down from the wall, he was waiting with his cock in his hand and a calm smile, as if he knew exactly what I was going to do.

When I knelt before her, I thought I could take it. Half an hour later, her foot was on my face, and I no longer knew where my will ended.

My friend kept partying, and his mother looked at me in a way she shouldn’t have. The game began in the car, ended in her bed, and continued until dawn.

I went in with some reports and came out trembling, her perfume on my skin and the sound of her voice pretending to sound normal on the phone.

I thought I was in for a romantic night, but when I opened the hotel door, I found a stranger looking at me as if he already knew what he would do to me.

It started with overdue rent and ended up turning our apartment into an intimate game no one wanted to leave.

I left home with one condition: to behave like the slut we'd both been imagining for months.

She said she only wanted to swallow everything, but that Friday she discovered two more men wanted to use her too—without turns or patience.

When she said she’d been with two men at once, we stopped playing and demanded every detail without leaving anything out.

I got off the carriage trembling, but they were already coming after me, as if they’d smelled how wet I’d gotten among all those people.

When I saw how she looked at my boyfriend, I thought I would be furious; instead, I wanted to push her toward him and watch up close.

When I saw the jogger stop by the open door, I knew we wouldn’t stop; she was already far too turned on to pretend at modesty.

I sat alone reading in the park, but two older men ended up surrounding me on the bench and turning the night into something much dirtier.

I only went out for some pillows and ice cream, but that man kept staring at my legs as if he already knew how the night would end.

After that first blowjob in the car, I knew he wouldn’t bring me a quiet romance, but an increasingly heated obsession.