However, there are a few major differences.Every woman in the world has at least one fetish or sexual behavior that they are compelled to indulge in w...henever given the opportunity. This urge manifests itself once a woman reaches sexual maturity around their 18th birthday, and persists for the rest of their lives. While some women do fight their own instincts, the urge is strong enough that it is considered mentally unhealthy to do so for long periods of time.The fetish that a woman either. She giggled. It was shocking to hear a giggle from a woman who looked like her... who WAS her. Women like Jane just did not giggle."You're embarrassed!" She arched an eyebrow. "It's a perfectly appropriate question, Bob," she said. "Especially for a woman in my situation."She read on. I knew she was reading about whether HE masturbated or not, and whether they used toys, or did things with other people."My goodness, but we're going to get personal, aren't we?"I looked up at her tone of voice.. She had risen up on her knees, her pelvis thrusting obscenely. “Stop.”Marie’s eyes flew open, her hand frozen in mid-stroke.His gaze bore into her. “Did I tell you to close your eyes?”She wanted to hang her head in shame but didn’t dare move. “No, Sir,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry.”He drew up a chair and sat directly in front of her. He reached down and batted her hand away from her pussy, then roughly shoved three of his fingers inside her. With his free hand he seized her hair. " Sloan chugged the dregs from her water bottle and set the empty vessel on the coffee table. Twisting her T-shirt like a rope, she wrung the sweat out of it and into the bottle. Then, checking the volume markings on the side of the bottle, she announced, "Four fucking ounces of perspiration. Over a hundred motherfucking milliliters. And that's not even counting my lower body. That's so gross." I don't think it's gross when a woman sweats. Eva and I—"Sloan flashed me a frown.Oops. There I went.