Good Girls Don't Go all the Way

"No pussy for you," is what I prided myself on. "If I keep this good, tight, plump, juicy coochie to myself I can't get hurt. I'm keeping my emotions in my pocket." I didn't want him to touch me, didn't want any type of intimacy, and didn't want to love, because good girls don't go all the way. Good girls kept there goodies to themselves. "My vagina is sacred, and no parts of you are going in it, unless I say so." You see I had to control it all, wouldn't let the natural...just take place, because good girls don't go all the way.

Yes, I let some great ones pass my way. They were handsome, respected me, loved me, I have to say, but good girls didn't go all the way. Big ones, long ones, full of girth, none of that mattered, I knew my worth. I had to fight my feelings and stick to my gun, because good girls couldn't have that much fun. I was young, free, and ready to do the deeds, but what would people think of me?

I released a little of my control, allowing the body to take hold. "Let him taste it if you must, but don't allow your feelings to digest too much, because good girls don't go all the way." What a selfish lover I was, I have to admit. I'd sit there and let him eat me without a simple touch. "You can look, you can reminsce about it in your mind, and I may let you taste it, but good girls don't go all the way."



"Sometimes I taste myself, because good girls go all the way..."

Karlyn LeBlanc, LMSW, Author of Taste of Lust, CEO, Co-Founder of The Romance Cafe

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