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women that as well. If a woman desires to learn, we teach her. Or if she is more traditional we teach eight ways to give fellatio. But the one that most seem to love is mastering the clitoris.
Really?
I took that seminar several times. If at any time you want to sign up, send me an e-mail.
I touched my face, swallowed, then rubbed the back of my neck, my tell, a habit I needed to break. But I also heard the voice of Anaïs Nin, the voice that lived inside of my brain as blood coursed through my veins, as if she were an unseen goddess, watching over me, yet allowing me to make my own choices. I heard her talking to her cousin Eduardo, asking him if the desire for orgies was one of those experiences that one must live through, and once achieved would those desires eventually extinguish themselves, or become never ending, if this was another layer of my life, another layer of my rebellious instincts.
Miss Bijou? Does anything that you have seen offend you?
No. I donât object to anything you showed me.
In case I forgot to mention, we do offer classes in oral sex. You have to bring your own partner. The men are trained and so are the women. They learn to please their partners. Itâs our most popular seminar. Also, we have classes in Kama Sutra and BDSM, if you are interested in expanding your horizons.
Heat rising, I took a sip of my trendy water and nervously asked
, Do many people need instruction?
No matter how good one thinks he or she is, there is always room for improvement.
I know. Each new lover is like a different instrument that plays a different song. Each lover may make me sing the same notes, but every chorus is unique, as will be every refrain.
I like that. Mind if I write that in my notes? Miss Bijou?
Sorry. What was that? Was caught in watching the video. This is . . . arousing. Wait a moment. That clip that went by, was that you?
It is. I can rewind it. If you want to see me, I can rewind. How far back shall Iâ
There. My god, youâre flexible. Very, very sexy . . . and competent . . . who is the one behind you?
Thatâs my husband. The others are a few of our new friends, and me at Decadence.
Wow. Youâre amazing. And inspirational. You make triple penetration look so easy.
My slumbering arousal awoke, the heat spread from my center, my nerves tingled like fire.
Again I throbbed. Again I was swollen. Again I was moist. Again I was in need.
I was given a code and password to access their most intimate pages on the website. The code would be good for a month, then I had to e-mail a request for an updated code. Then she handed me a bag of books. A large, heavy bag. I put the books on the table.
Hot Sex. The Anal Sex Position Guide. Joy of Sex. Sexopedia. Sexual Intelligence. Marathon Sex. Spectacular Sex Moves Heâll Never Forget. Oral Sex Sheâll Never Forget. Spectacular Sex Moves Sheâll Never Forget. 50 Wild Sex Positions You Probably Havenât Tried. Quickies Youâll Never Forget. Erotic Massage. Threesomes. G Spot Orgasm and Female Ejaculations. Clitology. Sex Toys. Kama Sutra Erotica. The Sex Bible. Ultimate Sex Positions. How to Make Love Like A Porn Star. Fetish 101.
It felt like I was entering college all over again, this my freshman-year reading materials.
Any questions, Nia?
I have one. Are you brutally honest with everyone about your lifestyle?
No. And I will never be.
Thanks. Iâm pretty much the same way.
I donât see the point of disclosing all that I feel or do.
We are all entitled to our secrets.
By then it was after two in the morning. Minutes later the interview was over. But the effect of what she had shown me remained.
Miss Bijou? Nia Simone Bijou? Are you okay?
The club . . . amazing. Everyone seems so supportive. It feels as spiritual as it is sexual.
As for me, I am craving my husband, but I wouldnât mind tasting the orgasm of a woman.
Iâm craving to be tasted. I
Really?
I took that seminar several times. If at any time you want to sign up, send me an e-mail.
I touched my face, swallowed, then rubbed the back of my neck, my tell, a habit I needed to break. But I also heard the voice of Anaïs Nin, the voice that lived inside of my brain as blood coursed through my veins, as if she were an unseen goddess, watching over me, yet allowing me to make my own choices. I heard her talking to her cousin Eduardo, asking him if the desire for orgies was one of those experiences that one must live through, and once achieved would those desires eventually extinguish themselves, or become never ending, if this was another layer of my life, another layer of my rebellious instincts.
Miss Bijou? Does anything that you have seen offend you?
No. I donât object to anything you showed me.
In case I forgot to mention, we do offer classes in oral sex. You have to bring your own partner. The men are trained and so are the women. They learn to please their partners. Itâs our most popular seminar. Also, we have classes in Kama Sutra and BDSM, if you are interested in expanding your horizons.
Heat rising, I took a sip of my trendy water and nervously asked
, Do many people need instruction?
No matter how good one thinks he or she is, there is always room for improvement.
I know. Each new lover is like a different instrument that plays a different song. Each lover may make me sing the same notes, but every chorus is unique, as will be every refrain.
I like that. Mind if I write that in my notes? Miss Bijou?
Sorry. What was that? Was caught in watching the video. This is . . . arousing. Wait a moment. That clip that went by, was that you?
It is. I can rewind it. If you want to see me, I can rewind. How far back shall Iâ
There. My god, youâre flexible. Very, very sexy . . . and competent . . . who is the one behind you?
Thatâs my husband. The others are a few of our new friends, and me at Decadence.
Wow. Youâre amazing. And inspirational. You make triple penetration look so easy.
My slumbering arousal awoke, the heat spread from my center, my nerves tingled like fire.
Again I throbbed. Again I was swollen. Again I was moist. Again I was in need.
I was given a code and password to access their most intimate pages on the website. The code would be good for a month, then I had to e-mail a request for an updated code. Then she handed me a bag of books. A large, heavy bag. I put the books on the table.
Hot Sex. The Anal Sex Position Guide. Joy of Sex. Sexopedia. Sexual Intelligence. Marathon Sex. Spectacular Sex Moves Heâll Never Forget. Oral Sex Sheâll Never Forget. Spectacular Sex Moves Sheâll Never Forget. 50 Wild Sex Positions You Probably Havenât Tried. Quickies Youâll Never Forget. Erotic Massage. Threesomes. G Spot Orgasm and Female Ejaculations. Clitology. Sex Toys. Kama Sutra Erotica. The Sex Bible. Ultimate Sex Positions. How to Make Love Like A Porn Star. Fetish 101.
It felt like I was entering college all over again, this my freshman-year reading materials.
Any questions, Nia?
I have one. Are you brutally honest with everyone about your lifestyle?
No. And I will never be.
Thanks. Iâm pretty much the same way.
I donât see the point of disclosing all that I feel or do.
We are all entitled to our secrets.
By then it was after two in the morning. Minutes later the interview was over. But the effect of what she had shown me remained.
Miss Bijou? Nia Simone Bijou? Are you okay?
The club . . . amazing. Everyone seems so supportive. It feels as spiritual as it is sexual.
As for me, I am craving my husband, but I wouldnât mind tasting the orgasm of a woman.
Iâm craving to be tasted. I
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