I'm not talking about just arousal. There's a clinical term for it because we doctors love our Latin, but I'm trying to write this in layman's terms s...o I'll just call it nymphomania. The sight of a stiff penis, excuse me, a stiff cock triggers a manic episode. I go for the cock and if I don't get it, especially if it goes limp as I try, things can get pretty ugly.My husband discovered my condition on our wedding night and we've both been very careful to make sure that I didn't embarrass myself. Sounds like a decent carrot to me."I thought about it, but only for a second or so. "My silence can be bought, sure, I agree. I'll be in town Thursday, can I stop by then to sign?"Ed said, "I'm busy most of the day, but tell you what, let's grab lunch. You available about 12:30? Meet me at the office so we can get the document notarized."That worked for me.-----Andie and I had a very nice dinner. I discovered this place soon after moving to town, and really liked their seafood. She had a. Smooth, sweaty, sizzling skin—all my favorite alliterations. I took in a deep breath, all male, yummy. And to make sure I took a taste, yup, as good as it looked, felt —whatever. My legs did that Pavlovian thing they do and curled around his hard butt, pulling him closer until that hard little appendage (not so little, thank god) found a home—or at least a vacation hideaway—in the lips of my pussy. Fuck, if Michael wanted to play explorer, the least I could do was show him the way to the secret. "He chuckled and said, "You got that right bitch. You made a mistake. You made a couple of mistakes. You made a mistake when you fucked me just now. You made another mistake when you thought you could order me to leave. I don't take orders bitch. You do!"I stared at him aghast. He stood up and took me by the arm and pulled me into the living room. He pushed me into a chair and said, "Don't move bitch."He walked over to the door and I started to get a feeling of relief. But then I realized that.