Julia Weston hasn’t been with a man in a long time. A really, really long time. Too damn long. When her friend notices her relocation into hermit-ville, she suggests an outing to the local museum for their newest exhibit: Penises of the World. There, the two women are wowed by the phenomenal phallic displays—everything from the 67-inch-long blue whale penis to the anaconda’s two-for-one special.
Clinton Foster, the museum curator, has had his eye on Julia from the moment she entered the building. He’s stunned by her beauty, fascinated by her quirkiness, and praying for an excuse—any excuse—to talk to her. When she stops (for an obscene amount of time) to gawk at the well-endowed whale and attempts to touch the display, Clinton quickly jumps in and asks her to refrain from disturbing the displays. That’s a museum no-no. She accompanies him back to his office under the pretense of further reprimanding, and she soon learns there is a certain penis on the premises that is fair game.
And now for the good stuff....
She bit her lip as he exposed more and more of her skin.
“I don’t, uh, normally…I mean, I’ve been eating a lot of ice cream lately and it’s not exactly figure flat—”
He dropped to his knees. His tongue dipped into her belly button, wet and slick, and traced circles around the sensitive ridge.
“Raspberry ripple,” he murmured. “My favorite.”
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