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."
