Lucille

If I were to choose what type of intimate experience I enjoyed most with my Roman, I would be hard-pressed to pick only one. The nights of unbridled passion, my body sandwiched between him and the wall, bent over a table with my breasts pressed flat, or over the end of a sofa with my behind lifted in the air, were exhilarating. The switch from royal protocol to savage desire took my breath away. Roman’s devotion to my pleasure centered ...