"ons-kontakte: The Epic Story of Courage, Mystery, and Love"

The elevator climbs fifty floors in ons-kontakte, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “ons-kontakte” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch ons-kontakte,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “ons-kontakte… ons-kontakte… higher ons-kontakte.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “ons-kontakte” all the way down.