I shudder at your touch. My labia are so engorged it's almost painful. The need is overpowering the fear. I'm not afraid of what you will do as long as you do something.

I have to force myself to answer. If I say it out loud, it will somehow be more true. As long as I don't admit it, it could be a secret that I want this. I could explain it away, rationalize my wetness somehow.

But, once I say the word, the reality of it will be unavoidable.

I take a deep breath.

I say, "Yes."