Chapter Six
All morning, Andrea stared at photographs of women in all poses of s****l invitation and abandon, letters recounting purported adventures, and admittedly fictional stories, and growing more and more aroused.
Late into the morning, Andrea reached with shaking hands into the drawer for the magazine she’d put aside. She quickly turned the pages, stunned by the actuality of the pictures she’d remembered and surprised by those she’d forgotten.
She reached into her pocket and found the slit. She touched herself, already hot and wet. That the magazine was meant for men—and that the men in the photographs would have no interest in her—made it only more stimulating.
Her left hand turned through page after page of dark, soulful eyes, hungry mouths, smooth chests, strong thighs, tight
