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Clichéd sentiments of love are not my thing. Instead, I give into raw temptation and thrive on the physical aspects of what men have to offer. Unemotional, carnal connections are what I live for, and they seem to keep me in a blissfully naïve state. I’ve gone years with a different man in a different bed each night, but one glance from a ruminating stranger as he lifts my panties to his nose narrows my attraction from multiple men to only one. I’m not entirely sure how to process the thoughts and passions battling in my mind until he gives me no other choice…until I’m thrust into an unstable emotional high that I cannot seem to resist. His objective is to break me in and savor me as if I’m his favorite bottle of single malt whiskey. I’m well aware of my sensual dependencies. He’s unaware that his still exist. The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
