Just like Grey Singles 3: Just like Grey Singles, #3

By Jessie Cooke

HEA Standalone 10k Word Coffee-break Short HOT Story - NO Cliffhanger

Ever since I had broken up with my cheating ex, Richard, I had found myself happier in every single way – except for one.
And then I discovered what is was that was missing and I turned the tables.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Redline Publishing
• Release date: Sep 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201584979

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Just like Grey Singles #3

Just like Grey Singles #3

Turning the Tables (Miss Shay)

Jessie Cooke

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Turning the Tables

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Turning the Tables

Miss Shay

I closed my eyes, arched my hips up from the bed, bit my lip, and tried to focus on the sensation that was growing between my legs. See – that felt good, didn’t it? Really good. Really, really good. I moved my fingers against my clit, grinding myself against my hand, trying to take myself where I needed to go, trying to tip myself over the edge and into the blissful release I knew I needed so damn badly...

But instead, the crest seemed to pass me by once more, and I flopped back onto the bed, breathing hard, still as frustrated as I had ever been.

When was I going to be able to do this? It felt as though it had been months since I’d last had an orgasm – a really good one, at least. Ever since I had broken up with my cheating ex, Richard, I had found myself happier in every single way – except for one. Except in that sense that every time I thought I was getting close to the release I needed so badly, everything would just crumple in, and I wouldn’t be able to give myself the orgasm I knew I so badly deserved.

Ugh! I didn’t know how much longer I could deal with all of this. I had been split from him for the last six weeks now, and I had been enjoying everything about single life so far – the fun, the freedom, my ability to do anything and everything I wanted without having to worry about any of it biting me in the ass. I was meant to be out there and living my best life, and yet, I was finding myself more sexually frustrated than I had ever been in my life.

Not that my sex life had exactly been burning up the sheets when I had been with Richard. He was one of those guys who liked to take total control when we had sex, which would have been fine, if he’d actually had any idea what I liked or any inclination to find out. As it was, I had found myself trying to hold back giggles when he had fucked me, telling me to call him this name or that one, pretending I didn’t find the whole thing inherently hilarious to a ridiculous degree.

I had never gotten off on the guy being in charge. It had just never appealed to me – I knew there were women out there who wanted nothing more than for a man to come by and tell them just what to do and just how to do it, but I had never felt that same draw inside of me. When he had screwed me like that, I had found my mind drifting off – drifting to