She was wonderful and claimed not to have had a man, or needed one, since we last joined our mutual desires.We had a light meal and another bottle of ...red, and then hurried back to our rope bed with its deep mattress and pile of soft quilts. Her husband, the fool, still had not written, and she had found most of Philadelphia society off-putting, stodgy, ill-mannered, and, at times, bestial."All these damn officers want is a quick swiving," she sighed as we rested after some rather strenuous. Establish as much of a setting and cast as you want for your own route, there is no expanded canon present here unless some authors wants to make one.-Any location or scenario is fine, even settings with sci-fi, supernatural, or fantasy elements.-Canon characters and fandom settings are okay.-Character pictures are entirely optional.-Romance is entirely optional, but given the nature of this CHYOA, it's perfectly on-theme.-You can continue or add a new branch to someone else's route, but it. She had been anxiously waiting to hear from me all weekend. She didn’t want me to be a guy who never called. Once again, I was reminded how women seem to need verbal affirmation and contact. I just told her I didn’t want to pressure her and wanted to respect she and Gene had to be resolving things as we went. She then went on about how she was disappointed Gene didn’t tell her about his night with Cammy. She had asked him many questions including if Cammy was on time, what he did when he got. He kisses her furiously on the lips, neck, shoulders and chest.She can offer no defense, her arms pinned up against the wall.He kisses her ear, and she feels the heat of his breath, smellsits sweetness. He whispers to her. Tells her how hot she'smaking him, what he wants to do to her. Her response to each isa soft, hot "yes". She can feel his hands on her wrists, hislips on hers, their hips against each other. But one sensationoverrules them all, one sensation that she's focused on hishard,.