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Lydia fell to the floor and leaned against the
sink and let her own fingers explore herself. She was wet with semen and her
own juices, and she lubed up her clitoris expertly. Using the tiniest pressure
and slick rhythm, she brought herself off in the bathroom, making no effort to
disguise her orgasmic cries. Let him hear. It was his own fault he couldn’t
bring her off. None of them could… they all finished too soon.
           Lydia
slumped against the sink and sighed as her pleasure died. As always when she
pleasured herself, it was short lived but powerful. She considered going back
in and telling Andy to ready himself for another round, but as she exited the
en suite, her short and slightly portly lover had his clothes on and was making
for the door. He stopped as she came out in her unfastened kimono and rolled
her eyes.
           “You
can’t speak to me like that,” he said quietly. “I’ve had enough, Lyd. See you
around,” and he went out, down the steps and out of the front door. Lydia heard
the lock click as the door shut and she sat down wearily on the bed.
           “What’s
wrong with me?” she said out loud. No one answered, and she slept alone that
night.

 
    *

 
    “So he left, that’s it, really,”
Lydia explained to her friend Carol through a mouthful of apple pie. “Good
riddance, really.”
           “Jesus,
Lyds, you get through more men!” Carol grinned over her coffee. They were at
their favourite coffee shop after a mornings shopping and bitching. Lydia had
just told the story of Andy’s departure, not leaving out any juicy details. Why
should she? She and Carol were best friends since high school, and there was no
shame in admitting that her lover hadn’t had it in him to get her off.
           “They’re
all shit,” Lydia replied. “Find me a man, Carol. One who won’t fucking spunk
all over the bed sheets before I’ve even started to enjoy myself.”
           “If
I find him, I’m having him first,” Carol laughed. “Maybe you need to try
something different,” she suggested. “Are you still just doing vanilla sex?”
           “Depends
what you mean,” Lydia said. “I’ve used handcuffs and dildos and stuff before.”
           “I’m
talking really hardcore. You know, whips, chains, bondage, BDSM,” Carol stirred
her drink wistfully. “You remember Ben? He was into all that. I had some
orgasms, I can tell you.”
           “So
how do you get into that stuff?” Lydia pushed her plate away. “Are there clubs
and stuff?”
           “They
generally don’t admit newbies like you or me… Why not go on a site and ask for
a fuck-buddy? Someone who can show you the ropes, so to speak?”
           “I
hate internet dating.”
           “This
is more like internet fucking,” Carol laughed. “Come
on, I know you went on that swingers site once.”
           “Which
was a total disaster,” Lydia grinned. “He brought his wife with him, which I totally didn’t expect, so I had to get rid of them
both before someone saw!” she roared with laughter.
           “So
did you fuck them?”
           “That’d
be telling.”
           “I
bet you did, you slut!”
           “If
I’m a slut, then I got it from you,” Lydia smirked. “Oh, god, Carol has it
really come to this? BDSM? Should I buy a leather catsuit?”
           “Ask
your fuck-buddy,” Carol drained her coffee. “He might have some
recommendations.”
           The
two friends parted company and the conversation left Lydia wondering. She was a
prolific sex-seeker, but Carol was right… She was a vanilla woman at the end of
the day. She imagined being tied up and whipped with a stick, but it didn’t
seem to be turning her on. Maybe she did need someone to introduce her into
this new world, someone who could teach her and show her how it was done. She
raced to the bus and got straight onto her