“Write me a story,” he said. “In my inbox. Double-spaced, correctly punctuated… in paragraph form. Or I’ll be so busy writing my own story, I’ll not call you. 

“There’ll be no teasing, no playing, no edging, and no cumming. No time to tell you to get your toy. To slide it up and down your wet slit. To turn it on and press it down on your clit until you’re about to explode, then thrust it into your soaking pussy and fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you.  

“Write me a story,” he said. 

So I did.