She’d spent Sunday soaking in her tub and reading a new release from one of her favorite authors. Her muscles may no longer ache, but the memories from Club Blind were seared in her thoughts. She stretched and shook her limbs in a dance of joy. She’d had sex. Not just any old sex. Not plain Jane sex. Nope. She’d had heart-thumping, multiple orgasm, soaring sex. She rolled around in her sheets. Just like yesterday, her thoughts from that night were exactly how she needed to remember them. Her hands explored all the places he’d touched. She remembered the wicked things he’d done to her clit. The nub woke under her fingers. Her free hand caressed her breast and pulled the nipple. Warmth spread over her pussy and aided her sliding fingers. She remembered his strong arms and the way he took control. He didn’t hesitate. Reliving her experience would keep her fantasies going, but she wanted more. Maybe she should sign up for another night at Club Blind. If only they could guarantee she’d get the same experience or the same man.
