posso continuar minha fascinação vouyerística com a belle du jour? aquecer a segunda-feira dos amigos. também, minha fascinação com essas diferenças entre homens e mulheres. vá lá que não é qualquer mulher que tem a presença de espírito para fazer isso, mas homem nenhum teria. só uma mulher, para fazer isso na frente do parceiro e ainda sair triunfante e poderosa. vamos à cena.

It was a longer drive than I thought. An hour or more out of London I started to get the familiar twitchy feeling. "I was thinking of masturbating," I said to OOP. "But you were going to stop soon for food, weren't you?"

"I'll give you plenty of warning if I decide to stop," he said.

"And let me know if you're about to pass any lorry drivers?"

"I will."

Unzipped my jeans and reached into my knickers with the left hand - already soaking wet. I slipped two fingers inside, then a third, rubbing my clit with the thumb. The radio was on, some droning Radio Four drama. I turned it down. It was distracting. Turned it down again so the acotrs' voices were just a whisper. Closed my eyes. I don't know how long it was before I came, twitching and grunting, but the same play was still on when I finished. Pulled my hand out, licked the fingers. We stopped soon after for a cream tea.