When the speech was over, Cash walked up to their friends and hugged them only the way you would hug your best friends after fucking them in a Cheesecake factory bathroom.

On their three year anniversary, two lovers engage in a contest: whoever can make the other orgasm the most times in one day is the winner.

A narrator’s crush on one partnered babe turns into a threesome. “They bite hard on your nipples, you’re all soaking wet, you tell each other, it’s not weird, it’s just fun.”

Noa tries to pick up her car at the auto shop and picks up her butch mechanic instead. “She buried her fingers in the dark locks of her mound and softly ran her finger up and down her clit, teasing. Cass pulled her hair gently.”

Gia wakes up from a passionate sex dream and puts her favorite vibrator to work. “She felt her own wetness against their hand, allowing her to move faster with more soft moans tumbling out of her mouth.”

Powdered hemp cutting into soft, bruised flesh. Jax tries to hook a finger between rope and skin and finds there isn’t room. It excites them.

Mostly I had chalked my ambivalence up to stifling antidepressants and emotional avoidance. Was I gutted of desire or was this a case of under exposure? Or was I supposed to own my simpleton truth and scream from a cliff, “I just want to dim the lights and be pegged, goddamnit!”

I lifted up your floral skirt / and with a smile, began to flirt / lightly ‘round your pussy lips / engaging with my fingertips / the outside of your dripping wet crevasse.

It was her. Her thighs, her stomach, her chin, her eyes, her balls, her lips, her long fingers. Her breasts like year-long tear drops hanging against a backdrop of soft white clouds in the sky. She sat down on the stone facade and her thighs spread like water.

Our narrator takes their sub over the edge. “I am so lucky to be the custodian of your pleasure and your pain, pet.”

A car dealership owner provides some extra services to a particularly handsome customer. “The butch was inside the building before Miranda reached the bottom of the stairs. She had planned it that way — she wanted to make an entrance.”

A graphic designer and a coffee roaster get frisky at their company’s holiday party. “Somehow, her thigh had found itself between my legs. Leaning in closer, she whispered, ‘I want to see how wet you are for me, babe.'”

Our narrator learns that their girlfriend is actually a lobster in a human suit. “I looked up at her — my lover, my lobster — and she leaned down and embraced my lips with her mandible.”

“If I see that He’s hard, I drop everything,” Nix said. “My mind goes blank. I stop what I’m doing. Strip. Fall to my knees. Mouth open, arms behind me. Ready for Him to fuck me in the face.”

Tanya wasn’t the kind of queer to make the first move, generally speaking, but that night was different. Marianne was different. She seemed more than interested in what Tanya had to say. Her words were gentle and warm, but funny and sexy. Like a horny heated blanket that could make you laugh.

Naomi is leaving scratches on my chest, grasping for anything to hold onto while she sits on my face.

You think, I would let her drink me dry, and shudder into obedience when she kisses you again.

You are just picking up Naomi. Your very good friend, Naomi, whom you have only not-so-jokingly offered to take up on her not-so-joking offer to fuck for a decade. She literally just got emotionally gut punched by some fuckboy. Don’t be another fuckboy. Not today. Unless she initiates. Fuck, she always initiates. Fuck, I missed my exit.

The thing swaying in front of her didn’t even register as human at first. It seemed about as alive and conscious as the vibrator thrumming between its legs. Just a sex toy, executing its designated purpose without end.

She stared at the camera as she slowly took off her dress; she liked the way Hank looked at her through the screen, his mouth parted, his eyes wide. She could hear his breathing, and she loved the way he gasped when she did anything that made him particularly proud. FaceTime sex was full of its own cues and rhythms. It was hot.