You were pretty free and open last night; are you putting that all behind you now and becoming a puritan again?”Sam sat, “I don’t know. I’ve n...ver had such a night. I was a genuine slut to an extreme. I don’t know whether my engagement survived, whether I’ll get married, or whether any of the men I fucked will want to have anything to do with me other than want another round.”Amber chuckled, “Wrong approach, and such a downer. You’re obviously judging yourself by some standard that you put. Sandy drifted in a warm, wet space, her belly alternately filled and emptied. Her internal muscles flowed with the slow rhythm of his love making.Then, unexpectedly, her lover thrust deeply into her, causing Sandy's eyes to fly open wide. The blurred image of her lover began to move faster. As he did, the pressure in her tummy increased dramatically. As Sandy stared up at the man, she began to hear wet, slapping sounds coming from between her legs. It was air trapped in her vagina ahead of her. "I, too, would jump to help." Okay."They sat together silent and comfortable, Marie gently combing her fingers through her daughter's thick dark hair."What about fantasies?" Sophie asked, breaking the silence."What about them?" Marie asked. "Fantasies are a wonderful way of enjoying a sexual relationship." How do you make a fantasy happen?" You tell the person. You talk, ask, explain. If it doesn't harm anyone and your partner's okay with it, you try it."Sophie shifted in the couch. "Um, Maman?. He thought he loved me and that we were going to get married. He was sweet and funny and always polite. He was tall with short sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was a year older than I, at 19. The relationship seemed perfect from the outside looking in. But there was one flaw; Tyler was abstinent and I wasn't. Tyler and I had talked about having sex many times, and we fooled around a little bit a few times. But Tyler said every time that he wanted to wait until we got married. .