Sometimes, though more frequently lately, in the dark of the
night she yearned for a man who could give the same pleasure that her inhuman
vibrator did—a man who knew how to use his tongue and penis to set her on fire. She
shivered as she picked up a pair of silk stockings and dreamily rubbed them
against her cheek, and then smiled.
She craved pure raw, uncontrollable sex with no holds
barred. She wanted to be taken to the edge and back again. She'd never dared to
share these innermost fantasies with anyone, so they had stayed inside clawing to be set free.
Now was the time to let down the barriers and be the woman she was meant to be,
the woman who would give her partner as much or even more in return.
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