conference.”
He definitely got the idea Grace would like to try a threesome, and he thought she and Quinn would hit it off, but they’d need to find a third. He definitely would not get involved . . . not with Grace. She was almost like his own sister now.
“Great. Can you set us up?”
“I’ll introduce you, but don’t assume she’ll want to jump into it. I just think she might be interested. And you’ll need to work out the other guy.”
“What? You don’t want to jump into the sack with your ex-girlfriend’s sister?”
“Uh . . . no.”
Quinn chuckled. “Too bad. It would have made it so much easier.”
Kara sat at the round table in her room and glanced through the conference schedule. After dinner with Grace, she’d excused herself to come back to the room to read the workshop descriptions and decide which to go to. The conference didn’t officially start until Monday morning, so tomorrow was a special early-bird day with a choice between two half-day sessions in the morning and two in the afternoon. Grace was giving one of the morning workshops about how to get past sexual issues and relationship problems by looking at past experiences and understanding what patterns one tends to repeat, so they can be avoided. Jeremy Smith’s Tantra workshop was one of the afternoon sessions.
Kara took out her pink highlighter to mark the ones that interested her for the rest of the week. She scanned the page with the Monday workshops, and stopped at one about sensual massage. She made a pink stroke over the title. Next, she found a panel where the audience could ask questions of a psychologist who specialized in sex and had written a couple of books on the topic. She made another pink stroke.
The write-up right below that described a session on orgasms—the different levels of orgasm in women, how to improve the intensity, and how to achieve them for those who had problems. She definitely wanted to go to that one. It would give her some great material for her column.
Another that caught her eye was one on women’s sexual fantasies with a discussion of what was popular and why. Use of sex toys, not just for solo enjoyment, but also to increase pleasure with a partner. Unfortunately, the latter conflicted with the one on orgasm, which she didn’t want to miss.
She scanned through the subsequent days on the schedule, continuing to highlight sessions she’d like to attend, until she worked out a solid schedule for the week. Then she rose and stretched her legs, changed into her pajamas, and slipped into bed. She turned on the TV and watched a little of a late-night talk show until she began to yawn. She flicked off the TV and turned off the light . . . then stared at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and rolled over but knew she wouldn’t fall asleep soon. This always happened when she was in a strange bed.
Except last night. But then, she’d been with J.M. She hadn’t fallen asleep right away, since J.M. had kept her a little busy, but when they’d finished their phenomenal lovemaking, she’d immediately fallen asleep in his arms.
She pulled the covers tighter around her. She wished his arms were around her now. The image filled her with a comforting heat, which quickly turned to tingles quivering through her as she remembered his hands caressing her breasts and his tongue teasing her nipples to hard buds. They swelled in response. Damn, this frustration would make it even harder to sleep.
Maybe she should have taken Grace up on her offer to meet her friend tonight. If Grace liked this Jeremy, maybe he wasn’t all that bad, despite his elitist attitude about sex. At least he’d do his best to please her. His reputation as a Tantra expert relied on it.
On the other hand, there was an alternative.
Chapter Six
Kara flicked on the light and slipped out of bed. She found the tote bag on the dresser and sifted through it until she found the little package with the silver bullet.
He definitely got the idea Grace would like to try a threesome, and he thought she and Quinn would hit it off, but they’d need to find a third. He definitely would not get involved . . . not with Grace. She was almost like his own sister now.
“Great. Can you set us up?”
“I’ll introduce you, but don’t assume she’ll want to jump into it. I just think she might be interested. And you’ll need to work out the other guy.”
“What? You don’t want to jump into the sack with your ex-girlfriend’s sister?”
“Uh . . . no.”
Quinn chuckled. “Too bad. It would have made it so much easier.”
Kara sat at the round table in her room and glanced through the conference schedule. After dinner with Grace, she’d excused herself to come back to the room to read the workshop descriptions and decide which to go to. The conference didn’t officially start until Monday morning, so tomorrow was a special early-bird day with a choice between two half-day sessions in the morning and two in the afternoon. Grace was giving one of the morning workshops about how to get past sexual issues and relationship problems by looking at past experiences and understanding what patterns one tends to repeat, so they can be avoided. Jeremy Smith’s Tantra workshop was one of the afternoon sessions.
Kara took out her pink highlighter to mark the ones that interested her for the rest of the week. She scanned the page with the Monday workshops, and stopped at one about sensual massage. She made a pink stroke over the title. Next, she found a panel where the audience could ask questions of a psychologist who specialized in sex and had written a couple of books on the topic. She made another pink stroke.
The write-up right below that described a session on orgasms—the different levels of orgasm in women, how to improve the intensity, and how to achieve them for those who had problems. She definitely wanted to go to that one. It would give her some great material for her column.
Another that caught her eye was one on women’s sexual fantasies with a discussion of what was popular and why. Use of sex toys, not just for solo enjoyment, but also to increase pleasure with a partner. Unfortunately, the latter conflicted with the one on orgasm, which she didn’t want to miss.
She scanned through the subsequent days on the schedule, continuing to highlight sessions she’d like to attend, until she worked out a solid schedule for the week. Then she rose and stretched her legs, changed into her pajamas, and slipped into bed. She turned on the TV and watched a little of a late-night talk show until she began to yawn. She flicked off the TV and turned off the light . . . then stared at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and rolled over but knew she wouldn’t fall asleep soon. This always happened when she was in a strange bed.
Except last night. But then, she’d been with J.M. She hadn’t fallen asleep right away, since J.M. had kept her a little busy, but when they’d finished their phenomenal lovemaking, she’d immediately fallen asleep in his arms.
She pulled the covers tighter around her. She wished his arms were around her now. The image filled her with a comforting heat, which quickly turned to tingles quivering through her as she remembered his hands caressing her breasts and his tongue teasing her nipples to hard buds. They swelled in response. Damn, this frustration would make it even harder to sleep.
Maybe she should have taken Grace up on her offer to meet her friend tonight. If Grace liked this Jeremy, maybe he wasn’t all that bad, despite his elitist attitude about sex. At least he’d do his best to please her. His reputation as a Tantra expert relied on it.
On the other hand, there was an alternative.
Chapter Six
Kara flicked on the light and slipped out of bed. She found the tote bag on the dresser and sifted through it until she found the little package with the silver bullet.
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