{"product_id":"2940149473489","title":"Just Sex Please: Part I","description":"PROLOGUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At 44, soon-to-be-divorced Marla hadn't had an orgasm in years. Her philandering husband had killed any sex drive she had years ago. And when she did fulfill her 'wifely duties' with him, it was for his pleasure only. She rarely, if ever, got anything out of it. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Feeling slightly overweight, downright unattractive and depressed, Marla knew that if the second half of her life was going to be better than the first, she had to take control. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She knew as surely as she knew her own name that if she didn't change some things -- quickly -- she'd lose herself, and possibly never recover.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was too young to disappear into \"old-dom,\" eg, gardening and a house full of cats, as her best friend Gloria put it. But, she felt too old to date casually. She certainly couldn't engage in unattached sex. It was just too ... unseemly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thanks to advice from her wild-child of a friend though, she was fully back in the sex saddle -- and happier than she'd ever been. But even her free-thinking, shock-proof friend would be surprised at just how she'd broken her man-given orgasm drought.\u003cbr\u003e. . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Marla opened the door to the darkened hotel room. She could barely see her hand in front of her face the room was so dimly lit. But what she could see was the large figure on the bed -- all 6'3\" inches of him, as she'd later learn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Just sex please,\" she said as she entered the room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"That's what I'm here for,\" the figure said, saying the second part of the pre-established code she'd worked out with the agency that had sent this virile creature.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This is crazy! the rational part of her brain screamed. She ... mousy Marla, in a room -- that she paid for! -- with a stranger, just for sex.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Your wish is my command,\" he said, his deep voice making her vagina walls contract in anticipation of what was to come as he sensed her trepidation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The juices between her legs begin to flow and Marla knew immediately that she'd made the right move. She closed the door firmly behind her. The figure in the bed got up and crossed to her ... \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He wasn't wasting any time, she thought. And that's just the way she wanted it. \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eChapter 1\u003cbr\u003e Marla sighed as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. Twenty-four years of marriage to a philandering egomaniac and mother two to grown children had taken its toll on her -- emotionally and physically.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The belly wasn't as flat as it had been before childbirth; the thighs were wider than they'd been in her twenties; and her breasts didn't automatically stand pert and at attention like they had when she used to go braless years ago without fear or shame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  She'd been a great wife and a caring mother. Now that the kids were gone and she'd finally found the courage to ditch her cheating husband, it was time to focus on her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She had to do better by herself; she intuitively knew that. But how? She'd been so accustomed to taking care of every body else for the last two and a half decades, that she'd gotten lost.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Part of her didn't even blame her husband for cheating. Who'd want this? she thought, as she continued to look in the mirror in semi-disgust. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I don't even know what I want any more,\" Marla said, involuntarily voicing the thought to that stranger in the mirror. I'm in my mid-40s, and it's been so long since I've had the simple pleasure of an orgasm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Marla sat down on the bed, looking at that nude woman in the mirror with the imperfect body ... and sobbed. Where had she gone? She didn't even recognize that person staring back at her from the mirror. The body wasn't hers, the face wasn't hers and the emotions she felt -- or didn't feel in this instance -- definitely weren't hers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where had she gone? she thought as fat, warm tears fell on her naked thighs. \u003cbr\u003e###\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLook for Part II of this series here on Barnes \u0026amp; Noble.","brand":"Inkwell Editorial","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47171153985776,"sku":"2940149473489","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149473489_p0.jpg?v=1763718046","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149473489","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}