Lucy
My legs tremble and my a*s tingles with heat. Mostly, I just feel pleasure. The post-orgasmic languor of heavy limbs and bliss.
All those nights watching Russian p**n trying to get myself off, I never got any satisfaction. Even when I did bring myself to o****m.
But I’ll be damned if I tell Ravil that he satisfied me.
Asshole.
I partly hate myself right now for letting him do that. It’s just that he’s already proven himself a careful and attentive lover. And this pregnancy has me so damn horny.
Besides, I’m a feminist. I don’t believe that s*x is the only power a woman has—a gift to be given or withheld. That’s bullshit. A remnant of patriarchal rule. Not one we need to subscribe to.
That s*x was for me, even if it did look degrading.
And I got what I needed out of it.
And if
