“My dearest friend, that man was a predatory animal, which preys on so called defenseless women. We took turns talking about our kids, the weather, and church activities. Over their next meeting a luncheon date Deana told Sue more about her soon to be ex. All she could remember was longing for the sweet words of passion spoken in whispers, a gentle caress, and any action that would’ve made her cum like hell. Sue reached for Deana’s hand and held it tight as she spoke. She also knew I write everything from poetry to erotica. Shhh don’t tell them I said that last part.”
Deana giggled, “I won’t if you tell me your favorite kind of erotic story.”
Sue swallowed hard, and fought back the tears, then decided what to heck with it they were friends. Over the past two years they had become very close friends, and she knew Deana needed someone to confide in. Have you been writing lately?”
“Not really, I just cannot get into the flow of it. However there were those lonely nights when she yearned to be in the arms of a man,
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