“What do you think?” the woman cooed.
Maggie had snapped out a naughty word and slammed the phone down. If Connor intended to lie to her then she still didn’t want to talk to him.
An hour later, Maggie perched on a stool at her kitchen counter, her laptop powering up. She signed into her email account. An email fromKinky Lover.
Grinning, she opened it, a sense of real anticipation fluttering through her stomach. Since flipping him an email saying she’d prefer sex, that’s what he’d given her. Raunchy cyber sex.
She couldn’t wait to read what he’d written this time.
Mindless sex is good sometimes. I like a good no-strings fuck as much as the next guy, with no expectations on either side. I know there are women out there who enjoy the same thing—the professional women who are too busy to deal with the nuances of a relationship, the careful building of intimacy.
Engaging the mind brings a new element to the sexual act.
Find a quiet place. I want you to feel comfortable. Strip off all your clothes. No, don’t hurry. Remove them slowly, one item at a time. Today I will engage your mind, play your body like a musical instrument…
Maggie continued reading, her breathing becoming faster, louder. Kinky Lover had a way with words that got to her. Made her hot. Made her shiver. Made her want to see him in person.
He was the one bright spot in her day.
At first, she’d worried about a sad addiction. Now she went with the flow. Took pleasure in following his instructions.
Stand in front of a mirror and watch the reactions of your body to your touch. Run your fingers down your chest, skim over your breasts until your nipples pull tight. Take one finger and circle your nipple. Do you feel that? Finger your nipple. Give it a sharp tug. Think of my fingers doing the same thing. I’d fondle your nipples until they darken in color, then I’d use my tongue and fingers, all the time telling you how beautiful you are, how much I want to fuck you.
I’d touch you everywhere: your breasts, your arms, drift my fingers across your ribs, your collarbone. Lick around your belly button, run my fingers up and down your legs. Even sucking your toes would make me happy.
Touch yourself, and imagine I’m there, standing behind you. You can see my hands in the mirror, darker against your pale skin, while I caress you. You shiver as my hand drifts down to your pubic bone, your eyes glittering. A sharp inhalation. A soft sigh. I hear them both as my fingers skim your folds. I want to taste you, but first I indulge my other senses. My sight because you look so beautiful as arousal claims your body. Your breathing is quicker, your eyes darker while a flush stains your cheeks. And of course touch. I appreciate the creamy smoothness of your skin, your soft, shiny hair and the coarser hair guarding your secrets.
Maggie swallowed, pausing to fan her face. She felt the heat in her cheeks, the edgy prickle and flip of her stomach as she read his words.
A magical seduction.
The man was a maestro, adept at his craft.
She skimmed the rest of the page, closing her eyes briefly when she reached the part about touching herself and smoothing her juices over her clit. She groaned, checked her watch and walked into her bedroom. It held nothing but her bed and an old wall mirror, her clothes sitting in neat piles along the wall where her dresser had once stood.
Maggie removed her clothes, folding each item of apparel before she removed the next. Fully naked, she went to stand by the mirror, studying her body closely.
A combination of exercise and lack of money for food had slimmed down her figure. Still curvy with big breasts, she would never be waif-thin, but Maggie thought she looked good. And after following Kinky Lover’s instructions, she’d feel better too.
Sex, the wonder drug.
She watched herself in the mirror, palming her breasts and squeezing the ripe globes. A streak of pleasure zapped her, sharp enough to bring a gasp. She stroked and tugged until her nipple burned, the hint of pain burgeoning into sharp arousal. When she widened her stance, she could see the juices gleaming on her sex, the sharp tang of arousal rising in the air.
Fascinated, she studied her body. The changes from stimulation. The deep sparkle in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks. Her elevated breathing.
Her legs trembled as arousal shimmered through her. For the first time in weeks, she felt alive. Sexy.
All she lacked was a good man.
