At work you stare at your computer screen and think of him in a hundred different poses—above you, in you, under you. He’s all that exists. In your mind you make love to him over and over, you call it love, you whisper the word when you come and he kisses it from your lips. Your favorite daydream has him on his knees looking up with those wide eyes you swear you can see right through, and he has you in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your thick length. You thrust into him and he takes you down as far as he can—you clench your hands in his hair, his lips soft and mouth hot, and you’re wondering if you can sneak away to the bathroom for a quick release when someone behind you calls out your name.
With a guilty start, you whirl around.
It’s Eddie, the guy in ads who told you about VR
