Anticipation, fiction by Joshua Furst
"Wisps of memory, fragrances and textures from the things we'd done on her couch kept coming back throughout the night. My dick pulsed with blood. Shivers rolled down my body. The experience was weirdly exquisite, like I was entering a new physical realm, and by the time I got to sleep, I was worn out with yearning. Though I hadn't come, I felt oddly sated.
The next day, I felt like myself again. I went to work, nodded through a few meetings, wrote a slew of tag lines for the new fabric-softener company we'd taken on as a client. The women in the office seemed prettier than usual, glowing skin, sparkling eyes. The sexual creatures wrapped deep beneath their business clothes seemed to be pressing toward the surface in ways I hadn't noticed before. I chalked this up to June and the freshness of summer."