The noise of people talking at the bar is getting overwhelming. My Bumble date just walked out with another woman and I am left here by myself: embarrassed, lonely and horny. I open my phone and start swiping. I’ve only swiped right on two comely gentlemen when I get a text.

“Feel like partying?”

It's my colleague Dennis from work.

“Sure? What’s up?” I reply.

“I’m doing karaoke at Union Station.” It is across the street and one block down from where I am right now.

I hate karaoke but it could not be any worse than my pity party going on right now.

“I’m in, motherfucker!” I text and get my cash together for the half-a-drink that I had barely touched so far on this botched date.

When I arrive at Union Station, Dennis is waiting for me at the door. He is tall and thin and is wearing a tight black t-shirt that outlines his chest beautifully. He grabs my hand and we move toward the back of the room where the stage is.

“Thanks for coming, Jill. I had a date but I don’t know what happened to her.”

“Same here!” I reply with surprise. Him too? He is so good-looking.

We chat about work and our errant dates for a few minutes and he asks if I wanted to sign up for singing.

“Honestly, I don’t really like karaoke. Sorry.”

“That’s cool, Jill. I wanted to talk to you anyway.”

“About the boss again? C’mon, we’ve gone over this.”

“Not about the boss. About you, Jill.” I can smell the tequila on his breath.

“What?” I’m a bit worried if he knows about the incident I had in the computer room.

“Jill, I really like you.”

I am surprised. I hadn’t got that vibe from Dennis before, but here it is.

“I see,” is all I can manage.

“I understand if it isn’t mutual,” Dennis starts blubbering.

“It is mutual, Den,” I look into his eyes. At the office, I had often thought about how Dennis would look without his gray suit.

His head tilts towards mine and we kiss. I can feel his hot breath on my cheeks as he swarms my mouth in kisses. He’s so passionate! I kiss back with all my strength as he holds my chin and pulls me in.

“Do you want to get outta here?” he utters the classic line.

“I do, Den. But I live on the south side.”

“I live upstairs,” Dennis grins. I smile and he takes my hand once again and leads me through the throng of people who didn’t seem to be there while we were kissing. We must have been busy. Once we are back in the street, Dennis uses a key to open the door next to the bar and we ascend the staircase. His apartment is one flight up and he opens his door to a small living room, tastefully decorated. As soon as we have privacy, he pulls me into his arms again and we kiss like lovers who’ve been separated by the Atlantic.

He is pulling my skirt up as he presses me against the wall.

“Can we go to the bedroom, babe?” I ask. I’ve never been that comfortable with wall-fucking.

He agrees and pulls me toward his tiny bedroom. Once we are standing beside the bed, he pulls his face away from mine and looks at me.

“Jill, there’s...there’s a certain thing that I like to do to begin. Is it okay?”

“I’m pretty open, Den, but no butt stuff, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m not into that either. I actually...you see, I’m actually...I am a vagitarian.”

“A what? A vegetarian?” I know this isn’t true. I’ve seen him eat giant deli sandwiches on multiple occasions.

“No, a vagitarian. I love to eat vagina.”

“Well, sure!” I laugh. “That is fully and completely okay with me,” and I start undressing. Finding a man who is willing to munch my carpet is good enough, but a man who likes it? And it’s Dennis?

I take off my shirt and blouse, then bra and panties as he watches without speaking. He takes off his jacket and shoes. He tells me to lie on the bed. Since I’m naked and he’s not, I’m feeling a bit nervous and exposed, but Dennis lays beside me on the bed and showers my face and neck and kisses. Then he draws a line across my skin from one nipple to the other.

“This…”

“...is my workshop,” as he drifts his finger down from my breasts to my knees. “Nipples to knees.”

“So it’s work, then?” I grin.

“Or you could say my ‘playground.’ Nipples to knees,” Dennis smiles too.

Dennis’ mouth goes to my right nipple and he brushes his tongue against it, teasing me. My spine goes rigid at this first touch, giving me a spray of excitement. Can this be the same Dennis from sales administration?

He isn’t looking at me; he is exploring my stomach with his mouth and fingertips. I can feel myself thrusting my hips towards him but he pays no mind. His tongue goes into my bellybutton which sends a mild shock through my body. He pulls it back out again and, mercifully, moves towards my clitoris. His tongue takes a detour towards my left thigh. He begins munching and licking my thigh, which is turning me on more than I would have expected. His mouth has a rhythm to it. Swirl, lick, munch, swirl. I find my skin anticipating the next beat like it’s music. I can feel my whole lower body pulsing to the same slow tempo, even my heartbeat seems to synchronize with his movements.

He continues to studiously avoid licking my goddamn clit and instead moves to my right thigh. I can feel my intensity building like bubbles inside me. Each bubble contains broken pieces of lust, anticipation and frustration and I can feel my desire, my need, grow stronger.

Keep going, Dennis! Please keep going!

He shows no signs of stopping or tiring. His tongue continues its devious rhythm against my skin: thighs, stomach, even the lips of my vagina, but not my clit. Not yet, but someday, I hope.

Dennis pulls himself up to my face again and smiles like he’s accomplished something.

“You’re not done, y’know?” I scold him.

He smiles even wider. “Oh, I know. That was just Act One,” and he moves down to my excruciatingly sensitive nipples and devours them briefly before moving down my torso again.

I can feel my pussy dripping down both legs as I lay naked on Dennis’ bed. His mouth makes it way towards my clit, which, by now, is waving him down like a flagman on an airport tarmac. He moves closer. I can feel his hot breath on my opening, but no contact. Now his hand is close to my crotch as well. I can feel him touching the sides of my vagina; caressing, stretching, pinching. With a fluid motion, Dennis gently inserts his index finger into my opening and curls it upward. He searches for my g-spot and finds it quickly, beginning a soft massage that makes me moan louder than I intended.

Dennis continues to hold his head directly over my clit without touching. I want, so badly, to smush his stupid face right into my crotch, but I stop myself and let him proceed at his own pace. After all, I’ll still have to be in status meetings with the guy, right?

His finger continues wiggling inside my pussy. I look down to see what he is doing and he just smiles back at me. As we stare at each other, me in a kind of hypnotic, exhausted, happy state, he suddenly flicks his tongue like a rattlesnake with a direct hit on my clit.

I jolt like the unconscious victim right after the paramedic screams “Clear!” I expect his body to be flung across the room with my contortions, but he hangs onto my legs and continues his delicate finger-work.

He flicks again. My arms and legs flail again. My mind holds exactly zero thoughts right now. All I think about is what’s happening to my body.

He flicks his tongue three times in a row. My vagina is hot and engorged, my face flush; my armpits dripping. Dennis is continuing a flicking rhythm with his tongue, like he was doing with my thighs. Flick-flick-flick-swirl-slap-swirl. It is lulling me. It is intoxicating me.

I can feel my feminine power rising inside of me in a continuous loop, lust-bubbles splashing, rocking, cascading, popping inside my entire torso, from nipples to knees. Nipples to knees.

I writhe from side to side. Part of me wants this to stop – it’s too much to take. Too intense. I sometimes think I’m trying to shake him off. But I also don’t want him to ever stop. I want to be in this state forever, elevated above the rest of civilization, feeling sorry for everyone who isn’t me right now.

Dennis’ tongue and finger are keeping me on that cloud of carnality longer than I thought possible. Shouldn’t this fever break at some point? I can feel myself bouncing up and down, up towards (but not touching) a raucous compounding orgasm and then back down again towards contentment and exhaustion.

He is edging me; I realize this. He is pushing me towards my release and then bringing me back level again. It has been almost an hour and I still haven’t cum even once. Just a whole lot of clitoral combat.

Once again, Dennis lets himself leave my netherworld and visits my face. He kisses me with my own juices and looks positively as happy as a man could be.

“Act Two?” I ask.

“Act Three starts now.”

“How many acts does this play have, Den?”

“Only three, Jill. Only three.”

And, with that, he moves back to his happy place and places his finger inside of me and his tongue rests on my clit. Slowly, he begins to swirl again; up and down, side to side. His tempo increases inside and out and I can feel my emotions building again like when someone throws a new log on a blazing fire. The sparks fly into the air and the heat really begins in earnest. And the smoke, oh, the smoke...

Faster, faster. No edging this time. Just building one moment on the previous one; no looking back. I laugh at how serious his face looks, but the laugh gets caught in my throat as a new wave of sexual energy bullies its way up my neck and head. I refocus and let myself float through the stages of orgasm. A consistent shiver starts to shake in my body, starting in my torso and spreading to my legs and arms. I breathe and gasp alternately as Dennis continues his sacred work. His speed continues to increase to an almost inhuman level. His tongue is moving fast and his finger is wildly gesturing inside of me.

Inch by inch, I know I am on my way. The knowing starts in my feet, it moves up to where Dennis is dining and straight towards my raw nipples.

I am one big goose-pimple.

Following the wave of knowing comes the wave of pleasure. My body cannot help but mimic the wave itself, my legs undulating with no consideration of poor Dennis’ head and ears, my arms flopping like squid tentacles. Carnal bliss throbs through my body and I see colors in front of my eyes – a flood of blue-green and violet.

Dennis doesn’t move from his perch at the midpoint of my body. He slows down his actions to match the edge of what I can tolerate.

I am starting to feel like myself again, noticing the room around me, the way the bed feels on my naked body, when Dennis slaps his tongue once more on my clit. I jump again. His face questions me. Ready for another? I can’t bring myself to nod an answer. So he flicks his tongue again. A smaller wiggle from me. He moves back into his rhythm and starting bringing me to climax again.

Dennis and I take this trip from earthly awareness back to bliss again and again. If I have the presence of mind to count, there might be four of them. Five possibly? I honestly couldn’t say.

My wiggling from the final orgasm begins to subside and Dennis moves his face and hands away from my most sensitive area, for which I am thankful. He kisses me lightly with his wet face.

I can feel myself start to fall asleep as he is kissing me. I allow myself that luxury.

How long have I slept? I don’t know, but I’m still in Dennis’ bed and now I’m smelling bacon.