by Boobytrap73
A well written, exquisite, portrayal of a woman left wanting.
I’ve often felt the concentrated magic of a woman’s clitoris is more a gift to the lovers she’s with than a treat for her. A destination. A key. So sad when it’s passed over.
Too true. It's really important to express this so that men will be less boorish, and maybe the human race won't die out. When I went to college they sent all incoming freshmen copies of "Our Bodies, Ourselves" which was trendy at them. I assume that guy doesn't get calls for rematches.