Stomach

It was the holographic dragon that did it. It had lunged forward, massive mouth open wide, and the roar was deafening inside the cave. But even as Will leapt forward, brandishing his sword to protect Deanna from the holographic beast, she had been transfixed. The sight of the gaping hole of its maw, pink and wet but vanishing into dark black depths, the wetness of its tongue, the hotness of its breath, it gave her an almost overwhelming desire to throw herself forward into its mouth and let it consume her. But she’d held herself back, and completed her night on the holodeck with Will, not letting on that she’d found the experience intensely arousing. ...

When I got back to the van, the Enigma was busy; there were a pair of legs, from about the knees down, hanging out of his mouth. I stopped to watch for a minute. Nice legs, too; in good shape, tan, covered with dark hair. I look around for some clues, and find a t-shirt, some sandals, and a pair of shorts that don’t belong to either of us. Dig out and open the wallet. John Marcinkus; nope, no one I know. Not bad looking, if you can trust a driver’s license photo, kind of swarthy and Italian looking. ...

Jerry and Anne had just collapsed in a sweaty heap after a torrid wango tango session. Now it was time for a little pillow talk, once they both caught their breath. “Damn Annie, one of these days you’re going to give me a freaking heart attack!!”, he gasped. “I try my best to please”, she cooed sweetly. “You know, Jerry, as great as sex always is for us, we never really try anything kinky. I’ve been wondering, do you have any secret sexual fantasies that I could help make come true for you? Every other guy I’ve ever known has had some sort of “thing” that I could use to drive him crazy. What’s your “thing” Jerry? Tell me and I promise to make it worth your while.” ...