A lust-starved lady ends her dry spell through the generosity of her former flames.

What I really needed was a clit-licking man. Or a stable of them, preferably. I had decided that after six months of no sex. The penetration, the fucking — all that I could live without. What I really missed — ached for, actually — was oral. I wanted someone who would lick my clit until I begged him to stop.

I ran through the list of men available to me for such a job. There were only a few. Just a few men I’d trust. I’d either flirted with or dated them briefly, but ultimately none of them had seemed suitable for a long-term relationship at the time. But they were nice enough, cute enough, and friendly enough for what I needed now. Besides, I was desperate and didn’t want to go looking for... Read More