Inside Scoop: No holds barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.
Snippet © Kacey Hammell:
She loved men. Loved being sexy and free to do what she wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating to put herself out there for a man to lust after.
Sex—or sexy dancing, in this case—was fun, wild and could be as down and dirty as consenting adults wanted it to be. And she loved sex. Lots of it and as often as possible. Which lately wasn’t all that often.
She made no apology about being liberated and secure enough to explore and appreciate life. Her sex was always protected and she never bent that rule. There was nothing sexier than naked, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, panting, driving one another mad with pleasure. But she chose her partners wisely.
Lately, no men interested her enough to go beyond short conversations. The thrill of meeting someone new, feeling instant chemistry and seeing where things could lead held very little appeal. The older she got, the less she cared about being a part of the singles scene. It was exhausting to fight off the creeps out there.
Turning her back to him, she circled her body back around in front of him. Hearing his guttural “Jesus mother of God,” she glanced over her shoulder and winked at him.
His fingers were white from gripping the chair too tight and his stare was fixed on her ass. He licked his lips.
Likes that, does he?