I was just innocently reading some third-tier, young-girl-raped-by-pillow story and there it was. No, not the inevitable second coming but this all-too-familiar sensation. It crawls through my skin, makes my breathing shallow.   I immediately clicked on another tab but the exposure to such shameless pleasure gave me such a rush. All I wanted to do was give rise, suck, and devour.  At first I was just mildly amused by the amateur stylistic errors and mediocre dialogue but  the words, “moaning softly”  met my eyeballs. I couldn’t turn away. Sounds, images came to my mind. Oft stored away and only reach the surface when all the lights are out. The floor lamps beam like spotlights. My mouth is so soft right now, so expectant.