100 Women - Volume Two [My Odyssey of Masturbating 100 Women]
New Dawning International Bookfair
Our imaginative hero has his hands full—full of pussy, that is.
The story begins when, he decides he'd like to become skilled on the manual manipulation of women's genitals. Heck, he may even write a how-to book, How to Masturbate Women & Give Them Mind Blowing Orgasms or something like that. To that purpose, using the pseudonym Troy, he brazenly places an ad, in the local newspaper, seeking women for his study in the art of female masturbation. After promising absolute anonymity and total control, he waits with crossed fingers for volunteers to take him up on his generous offer of sexual bliss in the name of “science.” Though slow going at first, ultimately our lucky hero is rewarded with a parade of eager beavers, volunteering for his enjoyable services.
This is a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the art of massaging a female’s most personal and guarded areas. 100 Women introduces a procession of horny, kinky, kooky women who come knocking with just one desire: to get his hands into their eager snatches. If you thought there was only one way to masturbate a woman, think again. The games these ladies like to play below the equator will blow your mind.
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100 Women - Volume Two [My Odyssey of Masturbating 100 Women]
New Dawning International Bookfair
She deposited her last stitch of clothing on the apex of the pile in my hands and stood before me at attention—legs straight, arms down, chest out, nipples puckered. Her black, wavy hair dangled over her shoulders, the gentle curls ending just above the large, pink areolas on her grapefruit-sized breasts. She looked both pleased with herself and nervously ill at ease—an understandable combination of emotions at that moment. Her dark eyes almost seemed to be bouncing with excitement. Her sharp, little nose twitched as she breathed heavily.
“I’ll put these someplace safe.” I exited the room with her clothes. As I moved away from her, I glanced down and saw her toes curl up in a way I had seen other women do when they’re feeling a stirring in their loins. I suppose there’s something rather erotic about watching someone carry away all your clothes, leaving you so completely bare and without access to covering for your nakedness. It’s sort of like reaching a point of no return.
“It just occurred to me,” Candace snickered, “I never asked. You are the one who’ll be doing this? The researcher, that is?”
“What research?” I chuckled back with a wink in my tone. Then I quickly added, “Yes, I’m the one.” Candace gave a little giggle. So far, all was going well.
I placed her clothes inside a closet that was in another part of the apartment and returned to the living room area. Candace hadn’t moved from the spot where I'd left her standing.
“If you aren’t the researcher,” she continued as though there had been no pause in the conversation, “then you’ve certainly got me in a compromising situation. I mean, you’ve taken away all my clothes and left me standing here naked in front of you.”
“Do you want your clothes back?”
“Not if you’re the researcher. Then it’s okay. But, if you’re not…” she said with a breathy, sultry change of tone. “If you’re just some man who’s gotten me to take my clothes off….that would be bad. Very bad.”
“Bad of me?”
“Bad of you. Bad of me.”
“How would it be bad of you?”
“Well, if you’re the researcher, then it’s okay for you to touch me here,” she said as she took my hand and placed it directly on her pubic area. “You’re supposed to.”
I felt her press her groin into my palm. This was not the action of a submissive.
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