Last week, I attend a workshop. I’m acquainted with the volunteer who is signing me in: a bit of a brat, enjoys villain play and chocolate, orgasms adorably. None of these details hold any relevance, but the intimacies exist.

I doubt they know my name. And at the moment, they need my membership card.

Before I can provide it, three people hug me from behind. We’re acquainted. Each has used their cock on me in the past, and even now–long after–they’re smiling at me. It’s been a pleasure. We exchange greetings, promptly followed by rushed negotiations. It’s been a pleasure.

I am wearing too much lipstick. It is the best lipstick I have ever done. Later, I kiss it off in front of everyone in attendance. A pleasure.