Dirty Little Serials: Ian & Dreena

Ian’s hands sifted through Dreena’s hair, turning her towards him and examining the bump on her head. She’d whacked the door pretty hard. Sparks shot down the nerves in his arms. Dark blue eyes blinked up at him as his thumb smoothed over the tender rise in her scalp.

No blood or bruising.

His fingers shifted behind her ear, tilting her head up as she glared at him. This mer disliked her attraction to him as much as she felt it. And he felt it, too.

Ian pressed his mouth against hers to be rewarded by a bubbling noise in the back of her throat before Dreena grabbed the front of his shirt and opened to him. She didn’t seem at all uncertain of him like this. When they spoke, they had issues.

She unbuttoned his collar and slid into his lap. The familiar warmth of her didn’t mask how different she tasted, like salt-water taffy, creamy and sweet.

“I don’t plan on following in my brother’s footsteps. I’m not going to mate you.” He said against her lips before he nuzzled her. Ian grabbed her hips; he’d never fucked a mer before. “If we fuck, that’s all it’ll be.”

Dreena ground herself against him. “Am not virgin.”

To accentuate her point, she rolled over him and nipped the corner of his lip. Oh, he’d have fun with her.

Her elegant fingers tugged the front of his shirt free of his slacks and belt, burning him with her touch. She bled electricity into him.

His hands responded in kind, finding their way beneath her dress to rub the fabric tucked between her thighs. Her panties barely held the heat of her at bay. Ian’s cock jolted as Dreena grabbed him in return. He needed to fuck her, but this wasn’t the place.

The car slowed as they approached his brother’s house, and he tucked his shirt back in as she pouted. Gods, he wanted her mouth around him, wanted her mouth against him, wanted to cause her mouth to fall open as she orgasmed; he wanted her.

“Not here,” he said as he opened the door for her and lifted her off his lap. The single item they’d gone for hung from his finger as he escorted Dreena back inside, up the stairs, and past the females waiting for her. Instead, he left the small, paper bag on the doorknob, knocked, and ushered Dreena inside the small study at the end of the hall.

Trapping her against the door, his body met hers, and she pulled at his clothes, undressing him with such precision.

“You certainly have done this before.”

Her nails retorted as they sank into his back. Ian kissed her to keep his mouth from messing this up. And his slacks fell around his ankles as he reached to lift her against him.

Thighs burnt around his waist, trapping his cock against that small slice of cotton.

He wanted to tear them off.

Instead, he laid her on a settee and yanked them down her legs. The scent of her arousal assailed him. Cock nestled against her, his hips pumped, teasing gasps free with smell of her.

She was intoxicating.

Coating himself in her juices, Ian thrust himself to the hilt and swallowed her moan. Teeth and lips found her throat to release her next moan into the room—quick but soft and more than enough to tighten the skin down his spine.

Then Dreena’s legs lifted higher on his back, and he scooped her knees with his arms, pulling her taut around him. He buried himself into her, keeping his mouth busy to refrain from telling her all of the dirty things he wanted: that her pussy was magnificent, to promise her the same pain her nails drove into him, that he’d fucking ruin her. And he wanted to; everything inside him craved it.

Dreena’s fingers squeezed the back of Ian’s neck, nails slicing into an ear lobe.

Hips jackhammered and pulled a soft cry from her.

He couldn’t break her yet.

No, he wanted her again first. For the night.

He’d fulfill every dirty fantasy she was too afraid to admit she had.

The beast inside him roared as Ian sank his teeth into her throat, barely keeping himself from drawing blood.

But oh, the way she jerked under him, around him.

Ian rode her to orgasm, fighting through the way she squeezed.

A small increment of control vanished, and he took what he needed, hips smacking the flood of moisture between her thighs.

Drowning in the sweet and salty scent of her, he pulled sweet tears from Dreena as her pleasure wavered on pain.

She’d learn quick not to fight it.

With an uneven beat, he filled her, hips driving to push his seed as deeply inside of her as his cock would allow and nudging the end of her until she mewled for him.

The shake of her limbs electrified him, confirming how later that night, he’d show her what it meant to be a little slut.

Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

Dirty Little Serials: Blake and Evelyn (One)

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Blake was finally opening up to me, sexually that is. He’d always been a fine talker about his hesitations and unrelenting need to keep an eye on me—something about my beauty and wayward way with sex. I might not have been sourpuss, but I knew how to keep it in my pants when I grew interested in someone special.

And Blake was special: big and sweet and courageous…and maybe a little broken.

But he finally let loose a tidbit about himself. Power made him hungry—not at all an uncommon desire, especially from one of the city’s detectives. And besides, it’s nice to know a lamb can take on a lion from time to time.

I had myself putting away dishes in his kitchen when he busted through the door, armed, and searching for me. His .45 trained at my chest made my knees wobble even though he’d shown me it was empty only a few minutes ago. Still, adrenaline coursed through me.

He treated me like a criminal, so I backed away from the counter, hands in the air, and spouted off a snarky remark as he wrenched my arms behind my back and cuffed me.

And then he shoved me to the floor.

I fell on my side and tried to worm away from him, even though that was just show. His eyes blazed down at me as he caught the waist of my jeans and dragged me back.

“Where do you think you’re off to? I haven’t read you your rights yet.” He tore my jeans partway down my hips as I struggled. “You have the right to remain silent, and I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

My pants moved easily over my round ass since I’d left them unbuttoned for him, and he flipped me onto my stomach. I struggled to gain an inch when his arm encircled my waist and he hoisted my hips up, shoving his cock inside of me. And God it burned and made my core spasm around him. I groaned hoarsely and chanted no softly.

Cold tile met my cheek as he forced my face to the floor by my hair, his hips pumping with steady and vigorous need.

“Everything you say and do will be used against you to make you come.” He slammed home his point as he found the very end of me with the head of his cock, making my thighs shake with pleasure.

I fought it by squeezing and squirming beneath him, but I clamped down on every ridge of his shaft, soaking my inner thighs as an orgasm tore free of me.

Momentarily free and empty, I slumped against the floor before Blake flipped me to my back and harnessed my legs with a fist full of jeans. Pressing my knees to my chest, he loomed above me again.

“How about this time I get a nice scream from you.” Rubbing me with his length and making a damp mess, his movements swirled more and more against my ass.  Blake readied himself for the plunged in for anal, another form of play we hadn’t ventured into yet.

Fiery pleasure burned across my core as his pushed his head through that tight ring before he popped inside me. My legs pushed further back, raised my ass to him, and sharpened his angle of penetration.

Lust consumed his movements as he pumped himself into me, his face reddening and pale eyes glowing. The heady mix of pain and pleasure tore another orgasm from me but not a scream.

Determination took hold of Blake as his thumb found my cleft, ensuring no fall from the ecstasy of my last climax. A renewed and steady chant of no flowed from my lips as another orgasm crested, bleeding into moans, and building to the scream he demanded from me.

My body exploded, light yet burdened with pain and the continual thrusts of my faux attacker, and he came with tight jerking muscles.

Dirty Little Love: Jade and Obsidian

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Dressed as Jade, her green-painted skin glittered a bit under the florescent lights as she walked to the elevator. Obsidian hadn’t met another of the twins at a convention in a long time, and never one that looked as stunning in the outfit as this specimen. Her black tights were see-through, outlining her bottom in such a way that made his cock thicken.

In his own tights, he had to hide it from the rest of the convention. He didn’t want to be banned from future conventions for getting a chubby in his costume. So he followed her to the elevator, slipping inside just before the doors closed, leaving them alone.

Jade smiled at his costume, eyes glittering as she took the whole package in, and her lip crinkled between her teeth when she saw his arousal, only making his cock harden further. Looking away, she blushed and asked, “What floor?”

He couldn’t speak for a moment, adrenaline jumping as he saw her nipples harden under the thin white top of her costume. “I hoped, your floor.”

“I suppose that’s for me then?” She gestured to his hard-on with a flick of her fingers, and he nodded. “Do you have a thing for the twins?”

He nodded again. Perverted, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. She made a stunning version of his character’s twin sister.  Her smile made his cock jerk, and then her hand followed, cupping him through the thick and restricting fabric of his black spanks.

“Me, too. I suppose you can follow me to my room, Brother.”

The doors opened, and she walked out, hips swaying with more exaggeration, thigh high boots helping to frame her phenomenal ass. He followed like a beggar, pressing his throbbing cock against her round bottom as she fumbled with the key card to her room.  Jade arched her back into him, making his hands come down to her hips with a groan.

Her body disappeared from against him as the door opened and she slipped inside. She slipped onto the bed as he closed and locked the door behind them.  Obsidian wanted to pounce on her, tear her costume off and rail her, but he paced himself, standing in front of her, yanking her head back by her green-dyed hair, and shoving his tongue into her mouth.

But Jade wasted no time, yanking down his spanks and wrapping his cock with her hands.

“You’re quick, aren’t you?”

No answer, just her hand stroking him as she moved further onto the bed. He took the invite, grabbing her tights and rolling them down her hips. Fuck, she painted everything underneath green, too.

Jade winked at him, letting him go as she circled her legs with her arms, exposing her green pussy to him. It was everything he thought of when he fantasized about the characters together. Obsidian gripped his cock hard and angled it against her, rubbing his head against her green clit until he elicited soft begging moans for him to fuck her.

His cock, the only part of him not painted, pushed against her entrance, popping through her tight lips and tunneling for the hot wetness at the depths of her. Their moans united in the air between them.

But he wanted more, to be deeper inside of her. Leaning over her, he lifted her hips higher, shoving himself into her with the hard force he imagined a superhero would.  Legs spreading to his elbows, her nails dug into the bare flesh between his gloves and shirt.

“Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you, Jade.”

She arched her back, tightening her around him. “By the Gods, yes, fuck me, Brother. Fuck me like you’re in your shadow form, with your enormous growth.”

It was like a fan-made porn, but he loved it—the way she held onto him as his hips pounded against hers, her grip on him to take as much of him as she could, the curve of her neck as she arched her body under him. He glanced between them, watching his cock disappear into her, the green paint that enveloped everything but her lips. The paint didn’t smear one bit against his hips.

She tightened around him again as her moan echoed off the walls, her cream foaming around his shaft.

“I want you to come on me, Sister.”

Her core fluttered around him, pushing against the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“Do you want me to come inside of you?” He would take it either way; in her green pussy or in her mouth, he didn’t care. He was going to come.

“My mouth. After.” Her moans turned to cries as she came, a hard undulation of her inner muscles, trying harder to push him out, but he kept fucking her until her cries grew silent, her body stiff with pleasure until her muscles gave out and she flopped against the bed, trembling with her orgasms.

Obsidian straddled her, pulling up her white top to fondle her hard nipples. She rewarded him with another sharp, whimpering moan, and came off the bed. Green eyes blinked up at him as she took his cock into her mouth.

The suction of her mouth did him in under a minute, spilling him between her lips with a heady groan and spasming in his back and thighs. Fuck, yes. His core burned with orgasm and relief.

She breathed up at him, mouth open in the weight of her excitement. “You’re not done, are you?”

He’d be daydreaming about this every time he read the comics or put on the costume.

Dirty Little Threesomes: Carl, Maryanne & Ted

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Carl fastened the harness around his mate’s waist as Ted held her hands above her head, making her back curve and her perky breasts call for attention. Carl leaned down, scraping the new growth of his beard over one hard nipple before he lapped away the sting of it.  Her body bucked between them, and he couldn’t wait to be inside of her.

Tugging at the harness around her hips before turning on the bullet nestled at the apex of her sex, he was rewarded with her lilting cry.  As Carl retreated to the lounge, Ted forced her to her knees, leaning her down, and pushing her red-lined mouth toward Carl’s aching cock.  She met his gaze as her pink tongue swept out and along the ridge of him, slowly making her way to his head and working him into her mouth.

He took control of her, wrapping his hands in her bright red hair and pushing her down over him. Gods, yes. Her throat convulsed around him, making his cock swell and harden further.

Ted’s hands traced the curves of her bent frame, lifting her hips to rub himself against her core. She arched for him, sucking harder on Carl in anticipation. She cried out around him as Ted shoved himself into her. Her entire body rocked from the force, and Carl lifted his hips to grind against her pretty red mouth. He wanted to come inside of her but not her mouth. No, he wanted his little sphinx’s orgasm to milk him dry.

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Maryanne’s choked cries vibrated against Carl’s shaft as Ted slammed himself into her. Pleasure soaked her inner thighs. At this rate, she’d come any second. Lifting her gaze to meet Carl’s and wincing from the sharp yank of his hand in her hair, Maryanne’s body clamped down at the overwhelming need in her mate’s eyes. Gods, and she came on Ted, not holding back as she screamed her pleasure.

Both cocks disappeared from her, leaving her with only the buzzing at her clit and an empty feeling. But it wouldn’t last long. It never did.

Carl pulled her up to straddle him. His cock, moist from her mouth, plunged into her wet core. An echo of her orgasm ricocheted through her, sending her hips gyrating against his and the tip of his cock swirling against the very depths of her.

Reclining further, Carl nuzzled her throat and breasts, twining her insides tight and sending another flood of wetness over them both.

Ted’s fingers found that dampness and smoothed it up her sex to her ass, applying ample moisture before delving his fingers inside of her. Tightening in anticipation, Ted’s fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing slowly and delivering her sweet pain as her mate shoved himself against her. Ted’s thick head popped inside of her, making her gasp in ecstasy. But he pulled back out of her, beginning the agonizing entrance again—the start of her new orgasm as he popped in and out of her like that until she burst, rewarding her with Ted’s full cock thrust inside of her.

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Carl’s hands pushed his mate’s hips down over them both. Ted knew it wouldn’t take her long to come on them both again as their thrusts rotated, moving toward opposition, one of them taking her as the other retreated.  Ted felt Carl’s cock entering her through the thin wall of skin separating her sex and her ass.

He’d hardly been able to keep himself, even with how many times the three of them have done this, her orgasms were strong enough to drive any man crazy. Even if he couldn’t wait until his turn…

Dirty Little Goddess: A sneak peak at Tass and Dylan’s story

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Tass twirled around the white marbled floors of the ballroom where the masquerade ball for the local art and music foundation was being held.  Her blue silk dress spun out from her hip to flash a fair amount of leg, like she had practiced many times in front of her full length mirrors.  Her sapphire studded mask hid her face well enough, she was sure that no one would recognize her, should anyone be there that might know her true face.

She spun into a man by the banquet tables, brushing her hands over his chest with a smile and blowing him a kiss before dancing off into another, whom she blew a quick breath in his ear, and to another, whose lips tasted like the champagne.  She groped and teased woman as well without discrimination.  Tass was the goddess of pleasure and needed only flesh and good music to have a good time.

Having danced with near every patron in the place, Tass pranced into a man’s chest that she had not met before.  A chest that stood broad and tight, and higher than her own under a white dress-shirt. A curve of rich pink flashed a smile before her eyes, making her blink in surprise.  There had not been a single man all evening that had been taller than her.  She was six-two without the four inch spiked heels she wore.  The beat of his heart under her hand matched her own, and her body had become a statue modeled of feathers, loosely strung together with string.  Parts of her would soon tear away, and she couldn’t explain why.

His strong arm cinched around her waist, pulling her more firmly against the front of his body, stealing up her hand in his own and beginning to circle with her in an elegant dance.  She’d become a princess at the ball, never a dream of hers, but the heat of his body against hers told her that she was foolish for having never dreamed it.

But she quickly fastened the feathers of her body in more tightly and looked at the man’s face.  He wore a stark black mask, sharp and angled around his face, pierced by strands of blonde hair.  Startling crystal eyes peered down at her through the jagged holes in his mask.  He must be astonishingly beautiful under the mask, or astonishingly ugly.  There could not be an in-between for this man.

Tass allowed him to spin her across the dance floor, weaving a beautiful mosaic with her feet and hands.  He was a were, she was sure.  The masculine smell of him carried the distinct smell of wolf, of moss and musk and pheromones.  She teased him just the same.  Leaning in closer than necessary, brushing her lips against his without giving him the satisfaction of their embrace, even though she wanted to taste him.

His hand slid up her back, his other keeping her hand high so that her breasts were pressed against him.  As the song ended, he dipped her low, causing her leg to curve around his hip instinctively, and nipped the tops of both breasts with his teeth as he straightened her against him.  The wolf held her against his body, his hand on her knees to keep her leg around his arousal, even as she stood.  Her whole body flushed with heat as some clapped for the show he had used her to give them.  Tass looked up into those crystal eyes sternly, and he let her leg drop to the floor slowly.

As the audience turned from her and the wolf, Tass began to slip away as she was accustomed to doing, taking pleasure in only the play, the teasing, never staying to fulfill the promises she made, but he held her hand, preventing her from leaving.  Though she could easily get away, resorting to her powers here, where so many other magicks mingled, wasn’t her first option; she gave him her smile instead.

“Don’t run off on me, Voluptas.” His voice was soft and low and commanding, stopping her heart as her true name dripped from his mouth with such sweet desire.  He smiled at her, and she suddenly wished she had her mother’s power to read minds.  His hand reeled her in again. “Don’t leave until you have let me sip from that sweet mouth of yours at least once.”

Her insides clenched, knees nearly buckling, making her grip his shoulders from inexperience with the way her muscles clenched together, giving no more than an inch between her lips and his.  His smile widened, eyes heated and animalistic.

“Your name?” Her voice was softer than a whisper, although it rang through her head like a cannon.  Tass gulped, struggling for composure, trying to retie the feathers that were shaking loose.

“Dylan, my love.” His breath fell over her neck, making her knees lose the little self-control they had attempted to gain.  She peered around the ballroom.  Far too many gazes followed every inch of her as she reacted to him.

“The coat room.” Tass stepped away, willing her knees to not embarrass her. “Second floor.”

She grabbed the hand of the nearest lad, letting him twirl her around, stroking her fingers across his face and neck, but this boy’s presence didn’t shake her powers, only strengthened her as she moved to kiss a thin woman with a peacock headdress.  As she slid away from the woman, she looked back to the dance floor where Dylan still stood, watching her with his arms folded across his chest.  Dylan looked more like a god than a wolf.  Meeting him in the coat room wasn’t a good idea, but she would.  She was the goddess of pleasure and unwilling to give up such an opportunity.

Tass danced and teased her way to the full curving staircase, glancing again to where she had left Dylan, but the spot was empty, and her legs willed her to move faster.

He can wait for me. I am a goddess.

But she drew herself up the stairs with a sense of speed.

The coat room was mid-way down the long upper hall, which was empty except for two drunken patrons, groping each other playfully.  Her hand trembled at the double door, smelling the wolf and making her breath catch.  She swung the door open and slipped into the dark with unusual expectation.

The door clicked closed behind her, and bulky arms seized her immediately, pulling her against a broad chest and taut stomach.  Her body lifted from the ground and was pressed back against the wall with a pleasure she had only experienced second hand.  The warm brush of his mouth burned against her neck and shoulder, nipping at her flesh.

Yes. This is what she wanted—someone to tease her back, to make her want.

“I didn’t think you’d come.  I thought it was some goddess trick.” Dylan drove his hips against hers, his erection evident.

Tass gasped, tilting her head back, a wet heat gathering between her legs as he rubbed himself against her.

Dylan planted soft kisses up to her chin, grazing his teeth against her jaw.  He touched her with skill, and her legs tightened around him.

The door clicked and swung open, letting light flutter into the oversized closet.

Tass started, fear wiping away the pleasure of having the wolf against her.  She flashed herself home to not be caught, landing hard against her bedroom wall, still suspended in the air by the wolf’s body. How could she have brought him with her?  She’d never had a problem before.

She pushed at him with her palms.  “You can’t be here.”

Dylan paused and met her gaze before glancing around. “Why not?”

Aggravated, she pushed at him again. “Because this is my home.”

The wolf grinned, and her insides blazed again, stealing the breath from her.  He leaned his mouth down to hers, running the tip of his tongue over seam of her lips.  No one had ever dared touch her like this before—commanding and confident that she’d respond.

And she did, opening her mouth to him as her eyes flitted closed, trembling with the rest of her body.

As his warm mouth sipped from hers, he hiked her skirt up over her hips, pressing himself against her again.  Her bare skin responded instantly, swelling and expanding.  Moisture gathered as he pushed again, rubbing the rough fabric against her core and making her moan into his mouth.

Dylan’s tongue swirled around hers in a primal dance.  Tass’s head spun.  She had never experienced such a kiss before, nothing that could compare to the heat raging through her body with the swish of his tongue and the push of his hips.

His panting mouth dropped from hers, skipping down her shoulder and collarbone.  His deft fingers tugging at the straps of her dress so that it seems her dress falls below her breasts by accident, coincidence.

A growl vibrated down her chest bone as his kisses fell down her body.  His large hand cupped her left breast as he shifted his hips to drive against her at a new angle, hefting her knees higher on his waist.  The near painful pleasure arched Tass’s back as a moan filled her room—choked into oblivion as Dylan’s mouth enveloped her right nipple.  He tugged it between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it relentlessly until the pleasure of it had her hands sunk into his hair and her head falling back and forth.

Her core tightened against his thrusts, her nerves so swollen they could burst.  Hiccups of pleasure erupted from her as he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth.

Tass’s whole body clamped down and exploded simultaneously, flashing a bright white behind her lids.  She gasped and her body bucked forward against Dylan’s.

Her vision returned quickly, but the room is dark again, damp and moldy.  She flashed away from the wolf, covering herself as she stood behind him.  He whirled on her, gaze filled with satisfaction and need.

His hand grazed the fabric covering his erection, obviously wet even in the dark, and brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them as he watched her.

Her entire body shuddered, and she flashed away again.

Back in her room, Tass leaned back against the edge of her bed, willing her legs to stop shaking.  She dried the wetness sliding between her legs with a burst of power and gripped her sheet.  Was that…? Was that what all the fuss was about?  Was that what an orgasm was supposed to feel like?