First Kiss: How to Ruin a Man in One Afternoon

From the 365 Days of O series comes a story about the space between control and surrender—and what happens when the body finally wins. By the time we got back to his house, it was already dark. The walk in the park had been gorgeous—unseasonably warm for late December, the kind of day that makes you forget winter is coming. There was a greenhouse. A bridge. A moment when he said, "Nice place for a first kiss," and I pretended not to know what he meant. I made him wait. Made him work. Enjoyed every minute of his patience. Now I'm sitting on his couch in his shirt, wearing his deodorant, his scent literally on my skin but not in the way I'd hoped. He wants to take it slow. I haven't slept in a month. I can barely masturbate properly anymore because nothing— nothing —is doing it for me. When he says, "You let me know how much you're ok with," something snaps. Not in a bad way. In a way that leaves me straddling him on his couch, grinding against denim, wondering if I can make myself come without him ever touching me where I really need it. I can. Barely. But the hunger doesn't end there. _ First Kiss follows one woman's battle with patience, power, and a man who actually listens. It's about the hunger that builds when you've been waiting too long. The games we play even when we're the ones who want to lose. The moment you realize the breaks are on, but absolutely nobody is stopping. For readers who like their erotica psychological, their narrators unreliable, and their endings dripping with everything still to come. This story contains explicit sexual content, a frustratingly controlled man, and at least one orgasm achieved through friction and sheer determination. Read more