ELENA
I sat there on the exam table in that stupid paper gown, legs already spread a little, feeling pissed off and horny at the same time.
I’d made the mistake of waiting for marriage before sleeping with my contract husband.
My best friend Lisa had called me right when I got into the room. I answered because I needed to vent.
Last night Ryan tried again, pumping his little pinky-sized d**k into me for maybe a minute and half before he groaned and finished. No spark, no stretch, nothing. I faked a moan just to make him feel better and then rolled over frustrated as hell.
"Girl, I swear his tiny d**k can't even get me wet anymore," I whispered into the phone, making sure the door was still closed.
"It's like f*****g a sad little finger. I need something real, something that actua
