Sunday, November 10, 2013
Is Audrey really frigid?
Yanni is determined to romance Audrey into his bed. But can he arouse her? Or is she truly frigid?
“Bookish Arousal” Blurb:
Audrey has no trouble achieving orgasms reading erotic romance novels alone in her bed at night. Whether with her fingers or her favorite plastic friend, orgasms are assured. But her last boyfriend labeled her frigid when she failed to be aroused by sex with him.
Now she is madly in lust with a truly delicious work colleague, Yanni. But when they go to bed, nothing happens—she’s devastated that, despite her lust for him, her body refuses to be aroused.
Yanni is determined to romance her until her body cooperates. Maybe some dirty sex talk—and other assistance—will get her aroused!
Dammit what’s wrong with me? Was Joe right? Am I just a useless, frigid bitch?
No, that can’t be true. I have lots of orgasms at home in my bed.
Deliberately Audrey relaxed her tense muscles, running her fingers through Yanni’s soft black curls. Damn, I’d kill for hair like that!
She stroked her palms lower, over the ripped muscles of his back, as his mouth worked on her nipples. He was rolling them so much better than she could touch them herself. With just the perfect amount of suction from his mouth to stretch them and tease them. So why aren’t I wet? I should be flooded with moisture by now, he’s so damn good at this.
Audrey felt her body grow tense again and tears filled her eyes.
What’s wrong with me? The best-looking man at work, the man I’ve lusted over for months, takes me to bed and nothing’s happening downstairs. He’s perfect and I’m useless. I’m a failure!
Tears fell in earnest down her face now, and Audrey panicked. She pushed Yanni’s head off her breasts and scrambled clumsily from the bed.
Yanni sat back on his heels and looked up at her, confusion and hurt mingled in his face. His huge, liquid brown eyes, eyes she had likened to the finest chocolate, stared at her in dismay. “Audrey? Precious? Am I doing something wrong? I thought—”
Audrey threw her skirt and sweater on, shoved her underwear into her purse and thrust her bare feet into her pumps. “No, no it’s me. You’re perfect and wonderful. I—” Her voice broke as she realized exactly how stupid and ungrateful she must appear to the man who’d been an ideal companion all evening.
“I’m sorry, so very sorry.” Blinded by tears, she ran from the room, down the hallway and out of his apartment, almost falling down the stairs in her unseeing rush.
She drove home, her face tear-stained and the occasional sob breaking forth despite her determined efforts to control her feelings.
Arrived at her place she slammed her door, ran to her bedroom and fell flat on the bed, shattering sobs breaking loose as she gripped the bedding and thought of the hurt on Yanni’s face and her own inability to be aroused when the kindest, sweetest, most delicious man she knew wanted to fuck her.
Joe’s cruel words ran through her mind over and over. You’re a useless, frigid bitch, Audrey. No man will ever want a cold, worthless cunt like you.
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