“You are insatiable,” she says against my mouth. — It’s my turn to watch Jonah and Ellie together. I think it shocked the hell out of Jonah that he likes being watched as much as he likes watching. He also likes being told what to do almost as much as Ellie does. …

Why do you come to Medium? What makes you keep reading? And Where else do you read? Writing is my side hustle. It’s how I blow off steam. I love writing on Medium, and yet I hate that I can’t make it really work for me. I started writing on…

“Are you going to strip for me, Leo?” she asks. — I’m still on a high from being given a promotion at work. When I get home, I call my buddy Jay to let him know that soon I’ll be moving out of this tiny apartment and into a true bachelor pad — like his. When I’m off the phone, I…

I need a distraction, and he fits the description nicely… — Maybe it’s not a tropical island, but Coronado is an island in the Pacific, so I’m just going to pretend I’m more than a few hours from home and relax on the sand that glitters like gold when it gets wet. I might also pretend that I can afford to…

I feel the contrast of a hot mouth and an icy tongue — I gasp when I feel it, a viscous liquid spreading over my skin. Is it honey? Syrup? It smells sweet and possibly chocolatey. Since the blindfold blocks all sight, my other senses seem sharper. I feel each drizzle as it moves up my thigh. His thick fingers part the bare…

“You’re already wet, Laura. This turns you on.” — “I’ve never been claustrophobic, but this is pushing my limits,” I say in my husband’s ear as another stranger bumps me, pressing me harder into David. “Take a breath,” David says. When I do, I wrinkle my nose. The subway car is a vortex of competing perfumes and colognes. David…

You’re going to swallow my load, aren’t you? — “Paging doctor Trager.” The announcement comes over the intercom system that’s muffled by the closed door. “Maybe I should take this pager and press it between my thighs, since it’s vibrating so much.” “It’s Mrs. Beeler. That woman has me paged every five minutes. She had her gallbladder out, for…

She’s my reward for suffering through the worst blind date ever. — “This still isn’t right.” I give our server a smile that’s more of a grimace as my date, Naomi, sends her meal back to the kitchen for the third time. This time, it was apparently too cold. The first time she sent it back, it was because there was a…

She plants the hottest idea in my mind. — When opportunity slaps you in the face, you take it. So when I saw my sister narrow her eyes at me and roll her eyes as she typed on her phone, I pretended to head to the kitchen for something to drink. …