I bent and looked closerand was even more surprised to see a little pink rosebud. Standing upstraight and facing the mirror I reached behind myself an...d placed afinger against my rosebud. A gasp escaped my lips, it felt so good.The tip of my finger slipped inside and I yelped. It was wet and warm, aripple of pleasure centred on my rosebud swelled through my body.Unconsciously I bent forward to give my prying finger better access. Inseconds it was in to the knuckle, seconds later another finger. I liked the way my tits looked in the dress. My long, black hair cascaded across them. I also liked the contrast of my black hair and the black dress against my pale skin. I was so glad I got to keep the dress after the show. I applied my makeup— I’d decided on smokey eyes and red lipstick. Then I snorted a line, and got in the line of models for the runway. When it was my turn, I began walking, and just hoped my strut was good. I knew employers only liked me because I was eccentric and a. I’m not self-diagnosing, but offering avenues worth pursuing.”“Yes, and over our next few sessions we will look into those and other possibilities. However, for the present, rest assured you are not addicted to sex; you merely have a very healthy aptitude for it. The fact that you see your doctor regularly and are relatively careful with whom you partner support this...”He went on but Marcie was no longer listening. Her partners ... she had no idea if they were safe or not. . The water around them was like a mirror between expanses of mud, but if you watched carefully, you'd be able to tell the tide was rising, the water gradually creeping across the mud.Denise snuggled up to Joe and wrapped her arm round him. "Wow..." She took several deep breaths. "The air's like wine, isn't it?" It is." I'm so glad I met you. I dread to think what my life would have been without you; I certainly wouldn't ever have thought of doing this."They stood like that, looking round. The.