My dignity, pride and self respect depended on my staying strong. I couldn't let her hurt me again. The less angry I became, the more vulnerable I fel.... My love for her had not died, but I could not be with her. After the divorce was final, she gave up and stopped calling.What was she going to say? I love you, it was just sex, honey, I'm a nympho manic, he drugged me and forced himself on me four years in a row ... I didn't want to hear it.She signed the papers and didn't show up at the final. It also helps that I am with someone who loves and cares about me. It doesn’t matter if your partner is male, female, black, white, or whatever. What matters is that you have a connection with that person and that your hearts are open to each other. When you experience that love, you can truly open up and experience sexual bliss.THE END!PrologueThank you for reading my stories. When I first started writing I thought this would only be a few chapters long. As all of you showed greater. Their neighbor Stu had been her prey at their backyard barbecue. She though how easily he had succumbed, isolated with her behind the trellis separating the pool from the rest of the yard. She grinned as she recalled Stu’s face when she had removed her bikini top and brought his hands to her breasts, telling him the she wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on her and his cock in her. She lay on her back in the grass as Stu pulled down her bottoms. Leigh Ann smiled as she looked beyond Stu’s. I closed my eyes and pulled you to me, burying my face in your shoulder as we made love. “I love you.” You whispered, almost causing me to explode then and there. If you only knew what that does to me. To hear you whisper that in my ear. The muscles inside me tightened and loosened as they caressed you deep inside me. Our moans and heavy breathing echoed throughout the bedroom, and hearing you only made things better. You moaned softly in my ear as I continued to ride you, harder, and faster..