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manly enough to make a beautiful woman enjoy sex
again?”
A blush heats my cheeks when he compliments
my looks. I admit, I know I’m attractive enough, but I’ve felt like
I’ve been defective the past ten years. Living an asexual life no
matter who I invite into my bed.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” I finally
give in to the urge and lay a hand on his thigh. God, it feels so
good to touch a man again.
Marcus practically jerks on the couch,
obviously quite sensitive to my touch. He’s so responsive. Nice.
This could be fun.
“Who says you will?” he says softly. “Isn’t
there a greater chance of me disappointing you?”
I mold my hand over the muscle above his
knee, desperate to go higher but unwilling to tempt myself into
believing it might work with him when it hasn’t so many times
before.
“Uh… about your past.” He stammers out. “How
long has it been since you tried again? And what exactly are we
talking about — an inability to orgasm?”
“I haven’t been with anyone for two years.
And no worries. I was able to orgasm, for the most part.” I trace a
fingernail over his kneecap, just like I ached to do earlier. “But
it didn’t make a difference. I felt empty afterward. Nothing for
the person or the experience. Even the climaxes weren’t stellar…
just kind of meh. They happened and it was done.”
“Did you know your partner well?” His voice
croaks out when my hand creeps back to his thigh. “Like perhaps you
need to get to know me really well for there to be any feelings
involved?”
I remove my hand and twist to face him
fully, resisting the urge to climb onto his lap and grind over his
erection. God, I want so much to enjoy sex again… “Is that what you
want, Marcus? Rather than what we’re experiencing in the here and
now? Having ‘feelings’ for someone isn’t what I meant. I meant
enjoying the act fully, truly feeling it. Which is possible without
the trappings of love and commitment. Do you really want to get to
know me? Do I fit into the perfect mold of who you want in your
life?”
“Oh God. That was a lot of questions. Are we
going for honesty? And here I thought perhaps you were looking for
a roll in the hay to break your dry spell.”
“Nice one. Your poor attempts at humor to
save face won’t work with me. I’m onto you.”
He sighs and runs a hand up my arm, sending
little bursts of sexual awareness through me with each stroke. “You
caught that, huh?” He pauses a moment and I let the silence stretch
between us, content to wait. “You’re growing on me, okay? I thought
I wanted a career woman, someone serious in her job and driven to
succeed—like me. A woman who dresses sophisticated and is put
together in every area of her life. But what do those traits really
matter in the end? Would we have chemistry? Would she be
adventurous in the bedroom? Would she intrigue me and hold my
interest past a week?”
I smile inwardly, thinking of all the crazy
sex acts I’ve tried in my life, desperate for something to matter.
And yet none of it healed me and brought me happiness.
“Who knows? She might be all those
things—and more. You never know what life has in store for
you.”
What the hell? Are you trying to talk him
out of seducing you? Shut up already!
Marcus grabs my hips and hauls me to his
lap. “Who says I want to wait for her any longer? Why not enjoy
what life has brought to me now?”
And with that he pulls my face to his,
kissing me with a pent up passion I hadn’t known was there. My
hands find his bare chest, exploring the lean planes and tight
muscles like I’ve been dying to do since the robe came off. One
firm hand holds the back of my head lightly, tilting my face for a
deeper kiss.
A low moan sounds deep in my throat,
stirring up feelings and desires I haven’t felt in years. His
tongue pushes into my mouth and I open wide, gladly inviting him to
plunder and take what he wants. My breath hitches and my hips grind
down
again?”
A blush heats my cheeks when he compliments
my looks. I admit, I know I’m attractive enough, but I’ve felt like
I’ve been defective the past ten years. Living an asexual life no
matter who I invite into my bed.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” I finally
give in to the urge and lay a hand on his thigh. God, it feels so
good to touch a man again.
Marcus practically jerks on the couch,
obviously quite sensitive to my touch. He’s so responsive. Nice.
This could be fun.
“Who says you will?” he says softly. “Isn’t
there a greater chance of me disappointing you?”
I mold my hand over the muscle above his
knee, desperate to go higher but unwilling to tempt myself into
believing it might work with him when it hasn’t so many times
before.
“Uh… about your past.” He stammers out. “How
long has it been since you tried again? And what exactly are we
talking about — an inability to orgasm?”
“I haven’t been with anyone for two years.
And no worries. I was able to orgasm, for the most part.” I trace a
fingernail over his kneecap, just like I ached to do earlier. “But
it didn’t make a difference. I felt empty afterward. Nothing for
the person or the experience. Even the climaxes weren’t stellar…
just kind of meh. They happened and it was done.”
“Did you know your partner well?” His voice
croaks out when my hand creeps back to his thigh. “Like perhaps you
need to get to know me really well for there to be any feelings
involved?”
I remove my hand and twist to face him
fully, resisting the urge to climb onto his lap and grind over his
erection. God, I want so much to enjoy sex again… “Is that what you
want, Marcus? Rather than what we’re experiencing in the here and
now? Having ‘feelings’ for someone isn’t what I meant. I meant
enjoying the act fully, truly feeling it. Which is possible without
the trappings of love and commitment. Do you really want to get to
know me? Do I fit into the perfect mold of who you want in your
life?”
“Oh God. That was a lot of questions. Are we
going for honesty? And here I thought perhaps you were looking for
a roll in the hay to break your dry spell.”
“Nice one. Your poor attempts at humor to
save face won’t work with me. I’m onto you.”
He sighs and runs a hand up my arm, sending
little bursts of sexual awareness through me with each stroke. “You
caught that, huh?” He pauses a moment and I let the silence stretch
between us, content to wait. “You’re growing on me, okay? I thought
I wanted a career woman, someone serious in her job and driven to
succeed—like me. A woman who dresses sophisticated and is put
together in every area of her life. But what do those traits really
matter in the end? Would we have chemistry? Would she be
adventurous in the bedroom? Would she intrigue me and hold my
interest past a week?”
I smile inwardly, thinking of all the crazy
sex acts I’ve tried in my life, desperate for something to matter.
And yet none of it healed me and brought me happiness.
“Who knows? She might be all those
things—and more. You never know what life has in store for
you.”
What the hell? Are you trying to talk him
out of seducing you? Shut up already!
Marcus grabs my hips and hauls me to his
lap. “Who says I want to wait for her any longer? Why not enjoy
what life has brought to me now?”
And with that he pulls my face to his,
kissing me with a pent up passion I hadn’t known was there. My
hands find his bare chest, exploring the lean planes and tight
muscles like I’ve been dying to do since the robe came off. One
firm hand holds the back of my head lightly, tilting my face for a
deeper kiss.
A low moan sounds deep in my throat,
stirring up feelings and desires I haven’t felt in years. His
tongue pushes into my mouth and I open wide, gladly inviting him to
plunder and take what he wants. My breath hitches and my hips grind
down
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