Tease
Twenty-five days earlier...
No point packing the vibrator. Tess Wakefield had zero interest in sex. She'd been doing without it for the better part of a year, and that year had been better, thank you. No more bikini waxing unless she felt like it, no more inspecting her backside for unsightly blemishes or plucking the odd hair from the knuckle of her big toe, which hurt like hell.
No more penises or anything that was attached to them. Men were high maintenance. Well, most of them anyway. They needed all that ego-stroking and fawning, and they didn't even care if you lied about how wonderful they were. They'd rather you fake orgasms than admit to not having them. Think about it.
And they were wimps, too, when it came to the important things in life. Squeamish about a little honest emotion. Terrified of giving up their freedom. They weren't looking for partners in life. They wanted groupies. Wannabe pop stars, all of them, in search of an adoring audience. And all that pretending to love football when you were freezing to death and had to pee but didn't want to risk hepatitis in the event bathroom.
Well, this groupie had turned ... read full excerpt from: Tease ebook
