Though I thought I was ready, I was relieved when he aimed his face at my snatch instead of his pulsating pecker. I clutched the sheets as his wet tongue approached my impatient pearl. His dry finger had been stimulating, so I knew this was going to be out of this world. His first lick was heaven delivered by tongue. I felt like I had died a beautiful death.

I was circling above, peering down at this handsome older man devouring my remains. Yet somehow his foraging was also bringing about new life. Perhaps I hadn’t died and gone to heaven. This euphoric bliss was the result of Dr. Fallon’s...