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“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

Even though I knew it would be safer to end things now, I wanted to clutch onto any more time I could squeeze out of my relationship with Devin before he slipped out of my grasp. I had known that he would eventually leave me over my sexual limitations, but I hadn't anticipated that it would be this soon. I wasn't ready! It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't getting up. He seemed to be retrieving something from under the bed. When he returned to my side, he handed me a book. This was so far from what I had been expecting that I just fluttered my eyelashes in confusion. Devin pointed out the title, and once I was calm enough to actually comprehend what it said, I burst into giggles. The b

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

There wasn’t a single aspect of KissCo’s operation she did not understand better than the departmental head who ran it. She had applied the same zeal to her private life. She had become interested in art deco and had researched it to such an extent that she was regarded by some auction houses as an expert on the period. Her enjoyment of sex had motivated her to approach that subject with similar application. She had bought books, watched porno movies, and talked to all her friends about their experiences. She had been astonished, but not shocked, by the diversity of sexual behaviour. Over the years she had read about every sort of sexual perversion. They fascinated her. Not because she had t

That was how I lived, how I wanted to. I slept with whoever I wanted, and never had to apologize for any of it. My sexuality wasn't something I hid—it was my only weapon in this boring life. And I was extremely picky about whoever was going to be on top of me. A bottom for only the best. Only the ones who could handle me. And when I had first seen Michael, I knew almost immediately. He was one of the best. Yet he didn't want anything to have to do with me because of his new status.

“You are far from fixed, sweetie. I wish it were as simple as a couple of orgasms. But maybe you are opening yourself to healing those broken places in you. You are beginning to take steps toward accepting your bisexuality and facing your indoctrinated homophobia, but they are good and big steps for you. Shadow and I are so proud of your efforts so far. So proud.” “Does that mean, I have been good enough to f–k you up the arse next time?” Raven tried for levity. Shadow and Vixen laughed. “Getting there,” she answered, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Maybe you have been good enough to get to f–k Shadow up the arse next time, we shall see.” He clung to her and found comfort in Shadow’s big body

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I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section. "Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says. "Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing. "I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips. "That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.