A good girl is Denied orgasm at her own request.
Enjoy..
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He was not really her type she told herself. Not really her type at all, a bit geeky, a bit intense, not bad looking and what she could see of the body looked OK, but no not her type.
But he could listen, damn he could listen. As the night wore on she opened up to him more and more, told him things she had not told even her closest girlfriends. He drank it all in with an intensity that seemed to demand yet more.
She told him about her problem.
His eyes stayed locked on hers, he waited and listened. Eventually she stopped, slightly embarrassed at how open she had been, so much more than she had meant to reveal.
"I think I may be able to help." He said eventually. "Would you be willing to put yourself in my hands and foll
