Skyler
I was so pathetically horny that even writing about s*x wasn’t enough anymore.
At twenty-four years old, I, Skyler Voss, had everything a woman could dream of, a luxurious villa, money, status, and a husband who was respected in his field. On paper, my life was perfect. In reality, it was a sexually starved nightmare.
My husband, Lucas, had left this morning for a two-month business trip. Two whole months of being alone in this massive villa with nothing but my vibrating toys and my filthy imagination. I sat on the edge of our king-sized bed in nothing but a silk robe, thighs pressed together as I typed the latest scene in my secret erotica collection on my laptop.
But my mind kept drifting. It always drifted back to that night.
I was eighteen. Innocent. Still a virgin. I had
