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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Gemma was also a sex addict. She loved planning sex, she loved watching porn, she loved reading erotica, she enjoyed spur of the moment sex, she loved dressing for sex and she loved sex itself and lots of it.
Gemma had a wardrobe of sexy lingerie. She kept it hidden under her bed so when her friends were round they wouldn't find it. She also kept her sex toys in there. Gemma had Basques, stockings, suspenders, half cup bras, slutty stilettos, miniscule g strings, lube, condoms, vibrators, rabbits, jiggle balls, rabbits, vibrating knickers, blindfolds, virtually everything that a good sex shop would stock for the discerning lady.
Gemma had a few male friends she could call on whenever she wanted. She called them her "hot book" this book was also in the sex box. Gemma flicked through it, she had dedicated one page to each man noting if they were more sensual, or teasing, or dominating, or straight-to-business types. A few pages had been discarded where things hadn't worked out. Gemma's book was like a sex menu, she would look through deciding what she fancied, or she would sometimes knew exactly what she needed and go straight to the page.
Today Gemma was feeling very sensual. She wanted long passionate kisses, hours of foreplay and slow erotic sex that would blow her mind with sexy massages that turn into very naughty fun. She turned directly to Gary's page and she texted his number.
She put "day off, no plans, fancy spending it in bed with me? Xx" |