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The Emancipation of the Good Girl
It’s been a long time coming.
“You know what to do,” Tom says, his eyes gleaming with interest as he watches me over his one drink of the evening. Whiskey on ice — his favorite. I could still taste the burn of the alcohol on my lips from him kissing me just moments ago.
It was the most delicious sin to be here with him at last, but his love felt like salvation. Sometimes love came in a different package than you could ever have imagined. I was learning, I was loving, I was taking each stride every day into a new world.
I never thought someone like him could ever want someone like me. But fate kept surprising me.
“Nobody’s here but us,” he says, his voice soft, and I know he’s not lying. The world is filled with facsimiles of people — so many people lost in their own heads, so many people trapped in cages society has created for them. It started with the cell phones, and now it’s only gotten worse. We would have to change that. “Do what you want to do, princess.”
I end up arching my back as I settle on the bed on all fours before I position myself comfortably. My hand dips into my panties, and I feel the fullness of myself. A true lover would ravish me just the way I like at my request. Tom’s like that. He always has been. It just took me forever to realize.
