each step
a negotiation,
a conversation
between body and space.
a warm cloud
pressing against the walls,
his body
swallowing half of it whole,
his energy
saturates the rest.
He’s finished cooking. He lifts a fry to try one, and I hear an audible crunch. Damn. My salivating continues. He finally plates his French fries and shows them to the camera. They look incredible. His dick peeks out from under the plate, andhonestly, like everything he cooks… there’s just something about his dick that makes me want to put it in my mouth.
I shut my laptop and bang my head on the headboard behind me. I should not be watching this man’s por—adult content in my parents’ basement. I should not be flirting with the adult content creator. Even if it is for work.Becauseit’s for work.
But I hope his dick is okay.
TWO
Nico
She eyes my dick suspiciously.
I cringe.
“How?” she asks.
“How what?”
“How did you manage to get second-degree burns on your penis?” the urgent care doctor wants to know.
“Uhh…” I panic. “…work.”Fuck.
She peers at me through her glasses. “And what is it that you do?”
Fuck. “Postdoc.” It’s the truth, but not the relevant one.
“In what?”
“In chemistry.”
She squints.
“Does it matter?” I half-shout.
“Yes, it actually does.” She looks at my dick again. “Is it a chemical burn?”
“No. Hot oil.”
She blinks, probably extremely confused and thoroughly unimpressed. She sighs and moves closer to inspect it. “It’s infected,” she finally announces.
