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deep, mind-altering strokes.
    “Yes! Yes!” Kelly cried repeatedly, lost in her pleasure.
    She lost count of the strokes , lost track of everything but his control over her body. Someone pressed the vibrator to her clit again and Kelly writhed on the table. Her lover fucked her harder and Kelly’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of ecstasy as an other climax ripped through her. She sucked in air and screamed again, trembling uncontrollably. Two hands on both sides of her pushed her legs up and wider as her marathon lover kept pummeling into her soaked , quivering pussy.
    Her lover groaned as he came. His thrusts within her slowed and then stopped. He pulled his cock out, and Kelly was vaguely aware of all the other hands and mouths slipping from her body as he lay beside her .
    Someone untied h er hands and Kelly reached over to run her hand over her lover’s sweaty body.
    They were alone.
    She didn’t know how she knew , but she did. She cons idered asking her lover to remove her blindfold , but re considered . She didn’t need to see him to choose him again. His voice and sexy scent would be forever burned into her memory.
    “Thank you,” she said, running her fingers over his lips.
    He took hold of her hand and sucked on the pad of her fingers. His lips brushed against hers. He deep kiss tasted of cinnamon and of her.
    “My pleasure, Kelly. Welcome to The Club."

 
    For most of us, it takes some time to figure out what we want out of a lover. The journey isn’t always easy, but I believe well worth traveling. When you know what you want, you can finally ask for it...just be ready for what comes your way.
     
    ~Nichelle Gregory

 
    Be Careful What You Ask For
     
    Maxy sighed. She was beyond distracted. Her impe n ding divorce was the only thing on her mind. The papers had been signed and she knew her husband , Vince , probably had the documents in his hands right about now. Maxy wondered what his reaction had been when he had gotten them. She stood up in her strappy sandals and walked across the plush carpet in her office to stare blankly out of the w indow.
    Had she done the right thing in asking for a divorce?
    The alternative was cheating on her husband. ..h er wonderfully sweet, attentive and patient husband.
    Maxy knew h e loved ... N o , adored her.
    Vince was a good husband. He showered her with attention, expensive gifts and plenty of tender love - making. She should have been t he happiest woman on the planet, but instead she was bored. Maxy had tried to drop hints on ways to spice up their love life , and when that hadn’t worked she’d explained to him what she wanted in the bedroom.
    The conversation hadn’t gone over well.
    Sex with Vince had gotten too predictable. Their love-making lacked excitement and spontaneity. Hell, she knew what he was going to do in bed before he did it and she played her role. A moan here, a soft cry of passion there , and then she'd slip into her dark fantas ies of being dominated and man- handled to catch up in an orgasm with her husband . S he wanted him to make her scream with pleasure, even mixed with a little pain. She needed him to keep her g uessing and panting in anticipation of what he was going to do to her next.
    Vince didn't get it. He’d got ten angry when he stumbled across her private stash of naughty toys ; complete with dildos, nipple rings, handcuffs, and a fuzzy paddle. Thank god he hadn't discovered her collection of porn with women doing some very kinky things and loving every freaky minute of it.
    A rift had formed between them and their sex life had suffered to the point of almost non-existence. Their marriage had seemed irreparable, leaving Maxy to feel guilty about her spicy suggestions. They had decided to separate, both unwilling to cut the ties. The separation had only made things between them more strained. After months of tension, divorce seemed like the next step.
    Maxy watched the cars below merge into traffic, torn with her