When I met Megan and Lorraine at the bookstore as they gushed over the same romance author I adore, I knew we would be fast friends.

It didn’t take long for us to form our own book club — which was really code for a wine-and-bitch fest that met every Thursday evening.

Occasionally, we did actually talk about books — especially if we found a sizzling romance novel that set our libidos alight. This, of course, led to frank, booze-fueled discussions about what we liked — but rarely got to experience — when someone joined us between the sheets.

One theme prevailed: We all found ourselves in a constant state of sexual frustration that had become impossible to quell with our own hands. Suddenly, what started out as wine time evolved into an intense sexual awakening as we began... Read More