I. I remember squeezing one of those squishy tube toys as a kid, the rubber lurching out of my hand and the delight of the sensation, how it would wriggle from one palm to the other as I exclaimed for the feel of it
II. On the table there is a moment when I am arching away from the pain, back of my head slipping from the edge as my hands grip the sheets beneath me, and I think how similar this posture is to the experience of pleasure
III. He opens his pants and I take him into my mouth
