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Several individuals connected through a series of unfortunate events find themselves as participants in a twisted game of trials set up by a hacker who has chosen them based on their cardinal sins.
And TBH? And I write about sex for a living, lol! The thing is, I never expected to be so ~turned on~ by reading. And yet, I tackled the book club assignment— Beautiful Stranger by Christina Lauren—in a couple of days, and I could barely keep my hands off my boyfriend or my vibrator as I flipped through each chapter. At the club meeting, I was, um, caught off guard. What I expected to be a bunch of somethings ready to chat all things oral sex over red wine was actually a group of women from all age ranges.
I was the youngest one there.
What I expected to be a bunch of somethings ready to chat all things oral sex over red wine was actually a group of women from all age ranges. I was the youngest one there. At first, I felt Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins. Two young female friends go on a sex and murder spree. If you like your erotica ragey, this is the book for you. The Sexual Life of Catherine M. by Catherine Millet ()Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins.
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Ravi works every day, for hours at a stretch. The first year we were together he made some sweet-tempered attempts at accommodating my presence into his schedule. He would try and work at our common table, putting his feet up and scribbling away on a notepad while I sat across, reading or thinking. I watch films, meet friends, listen to music, indulge my melancholies. I pick up my brushes on average once, at most twice, a month. When I do, by most accounts, I disappear for days at a time.
I draw all morning and then eat lunch alone — Indian-Chinese ordered food, straight from the tub with a plastic fork, contemplating my easel. And then I paint. But just after sunset, I clean up. I rinse my tools, draw the curtains, lock my room — an old habit from the days of homes with no privacy. I shower lightly once, and then I start to cook.
And when the meal is ready I shower again. I shave my legs, wear a dress, gems. I rim my eyes and, if it has dried, braid my hair with jasmine.