Wild Desire
Jeremy could take a few leaves from his book.
Even remembering those hours spent in Tony Stroud’s apartment when, as an unhappy, rebellious teenager she had discovered what sex really meant, made her loins ache and her clitoris puise. Maybe it, too, remembered its awakening, she thought. The first time it had blossomed and bloomed, rising hard and proud at her teacher’s expert caressing. His long fingers, his skilful tongue, her nub sucked and fondled until it reached such a frantic explosion that she had fainted with the shock and pleasure of it, then begged him to do it again — and he had. She recalled achieving nine orgasms during that night with him, a record she had not yet beaten.
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