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in heat because she needs it, not because I force her.
    When she’s ready I tell her to kneel on the bed with her head on the pillow and her ass in the air. I tell her to spread her legs and show herself to me, shameless yet vulnerable. Because she
needs that too. She does as she’s told. I fetch the harness—the heavy-duty studded leather one—and my Nexus double dildo. Sliding the smaller end into myself takes great control. I’m so close, so ready. God. But I do it, for her. I look at her as she displays herself to me. Her arousal glistens in the flickering light as her wetness seeps onto her thighs. “Touch yourself,” I command, my voice thick with need. I watch as she strokes herself. She won’t make herself come. She knows better than that. But before it gets too difficult for her I make her stop. I fuck her from behind, hard and fast and deep. By now, fending off my orgasm is pure torture, especially since I won’t let her come until she begs again. She does beg, and I let her orgasm explode from her. She groans, shaking uncontrollably. As her orgasm overtakes her, I finally let mine claim me. If there’s an earthquake report on the news tonight, think of us.
    We rest for a while before I withdraw from her. She’s ready to be eaten now. But before I start, I drip a little diluted peppermint oil into my mouth. I press the flat of my tongue against her cunt, and the heat of the oil takes her by surprise. Her breath catches, and she arches her back, almost coming. Her willpower impresses me as she fights to hold it back.
    Then I lick her, letting my tongue slip along her folds as I taste her. I push the tip of my tongue inside her, just the tip, mindful of the peppermint oil and that she’s probably sensitive from the fucking. I sweep my tongue over her, the flat of it dragging along her lips then the tip flicking swiftly from side to side. I circle her clit, tease it, taste it. I let my teeth graze it, but I don’t bite—she’s too sensitive for that—and she gasps. I could do this for hours, but I feel her build toward release again. I keep flicking her clit with the edge of my tongue. She’s ready. I suck in her clit, draw it between my lips. Her body rises from the bed, balanced on her heels and the crown of her head, as massive
shudders ripple through her and a single word is forced through clenched teeth: “Christ.”
    I let her rest as I clean the toys and put them away. When she’s back in her body—and in this world where walking and talking are possible again—we shower. I wash her and pat her dry with the hotel’s fluffy towels. I gently massage lotion into her skin, noticing again how soft she is.
    We curl up together on the bed as the first signs of dawn lighten the room. In a little more than two hours I’ll leave for work. I’ll kiss her good-bye and she’ll blush shyly, as if we’re strangers to raw sexuality and have never spent time wrapped together in this sensual haze. And she’ll smile and say, “See you in six months or so?”
    I’ll grin and reply, “Sure.”
    But for now I’ll cradle her in my arms and let her sleep. Because that’s what she needs.

GEEK CHIC
    Gina Klein
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    N ever in a million years did I think I’d pick up the girl of my dreams at the Apple store, that geek Mecca in Soho. But that’s exactly what happened. I have to admit, I’m the furthest thing from a computer nerd you can find. I know how to check email, use iTunes, and visit the latest gossip websites, but when it comes to anything more heavy-duty than plugging in my laptop, I’m clueless. I only use the Apple store to check my email and use the bathroom, hustling past lines of avid shoppers and technologically savvy customers.
    Upstairs there’s a tiny theater where the store sometimes holds classes or panels. I’d walked past it dozens of