Oral Worship

In my mind’s private locker—the one I bolt shut after drills in the barracks shower room—I’m unleashing it all. That night on the bus, staring at my Lelo vibrator stash fantasy, I cracked. Thirty-two, lieutenant in the French army, always riding top, controlling every thrust. Thierry’s fiery tongue haunted me, but I smothered him. Alone,…