When Jason broke up with me, I felt worse than if I’d been run over by a tractor-trailer.

I couldn’t move to get up for a smoke; I couldn’t even cry. All I could think of was all the work I’d put into the relationship with that bastard!

At work, I just put my head down on my desk and waited for my boss to come over and say, “Gina, you’re fired.” I had to pull myself together. I gathered up the daily reports, put them in an interoffice mail envelope, and addressed it to my supervisor.

My hands dropped to my thighs as I remembered how the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with had licked his way from my thighs to my belly ring. He always used his tongue to make my ring dance in impossible ways. I licked my lips, feeling my nipples get hard, and kept... Leer Más