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Good Girl Syndrome

By Author Dina Redmon
Good Girl Syndrome
On our backs, thighs spread and pretending to enjoy our partner thrusting in and out of us while images of book boyfriends race through our heads. Oooh…ahhh…yeah, right there… That’s good baby. Sounds pretty typical, yes? Yep, just another boring Saturday night at home.
Maybe this depiction doesn’t represent you? If not, you’re one of the lucky ones…like me. *wink and dirty smile* Unfortunately, it applies to more of us than it should and that’s just sad. Let’s fix it, shall we?
When did this happen to us? Why do we subjugate ourselves to being the good girl all the time? We are sexual creatures and yet we feel the need to keep the cage door locked. WHY?!?!
Sex is not a duty to be performed like washing dishes or vacuuming the floors. Though, if you’re lucky, there is some sucking involved. It’s born of craving, developed through lust and birthed from passion…at least, it’s supposed to be.
Remember those hot make-out sessions of yesteryear? What the fuck happened to those? There was a time when you and your partner couldn’t keep your hands, and other things, off of or out of one another, right? *eye roll*
Then came the car payments, mortgages, and kids. Followed closely by missionary position sex every Saturday night. Unless, of course, we fake a headache because we’re too damned tired, and instead, make a date with the handheld shower head. Sad, just sad. *shakes my head* When did we start having to schedule sex?
Let’s not forget us single women either. When do we get ours? Oh wait, I forgot. We have to meet everyone else’s ideals of what our lives should be. We’re not allowed to have sex unless we’re in a meaningful relationship. Get out the batteries, again. One word…PFFT!
Repeat after me: “We are sexual beings and that’s okay.” Yes! Let that be your new mantra!
Say what you will about me, call me what you want, I don’t give a fuck. Really, have you seen me? Do I honestly look like I care? I’m covered in fucking tattoos for crying out loud! *LOL* I am here to be the voice of those of you who cannot find their own. Don’t be ashamed, I’m not.
There is nothing wrong…I mean NOTHING wrong with us pursuing back scratching, toe curling, hips bucking, fuck me sex! Men do it, why can’t we? Just be smart about it. Use precautions and good judgment! It really is that simple.
Now, I’m not talking about cheating on your partner. I believe in the sanctity of committed relationships. I’m also not talking about going out and being a whore. We do have to be concerned with safety, after all. I’m talking about getting what you desire the most. Every woman wants to feel like a Goddess and for someone to make their pussy pulsate. Make that shit happen!
Take the time to feel sexy. Soak in the tub, shave, put on makeup, perfume, lingerie, T-shirt and boy shorts, whatever works for you. This is only about you, no one else. Trust me when I say, your partner (or prey) will love it no matter. It might shock the hell out of them, but it’ll be worth it.
Now, there are a few ways to go about this. My favorite is to just take control of the situation. Example: Your partner is watching television and doesn’t see you beyond the screen. Make them notice you! Pick up the remote, shut off the noise, straddle them and kiss them like never before. Talk dirty, grind against them and shove their hand between your thighs to feel the wetness. Suck your essence off their fingers before you push them down, sit on their face and force them to drink you in. Voice your fantasies, tell them what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling, just share it all. Don’t just play the role…be the dirty girl.
Example two: Let’s set it up on the more submissive side, shall we? Your partner is due home any minute and you’ve already done the self prepping part of it. Now, grab some of those pretty scarves of yours and tie yourself up, either around the wrists or to your headboard. Place one around your eyes, tie it, but slide it down. This will give your partner the opportunity to either use it as a blindfold or a gag. Either way, their choice. When your partner enters the room, look at them with lust in your eyes and beg them to fuck you, to use you as they will. Surrender yourself to their demands and let them take control. Yep, pussy pulsating sex. You got this. *wink*
Be nervous, be scared…BUT BE BRAVE! Being brave is when you do what you need to even though you’re scared. Push past those nerves and release the beast within! She’s there, clawing at your brain, begging to be let out. Just unlock the door, she’ll do the rest.
Now, if you’ll excuse me? I have some um…field research to do. *wink and dirty smile (again)* Here, enjoy this excerpt from Chasing Circumstance while I’m out and if you ever find yourself in need of advice or inspiration? Look me up. Ciao Bellas. ❤

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What happens when you reach your breaking point?

Amia Durant was trying to figure that out.
At forty years old, Amia had it all. She worked for Millian’s, the third highest ranking ad agency in the world, and though her career was her life, she felt incomplete.
Turning to the internet for companionship, she meets Stuart Cairns. They laugh together over shared stories and help heal one another from mutual pains.

After months of communication, Stuart asked Amia to be his. Doubt filled her mind, but she knew she had to try. There was only one problem. He lived in Scotland and she in New York.
An unexpected opportunity delivers Amia to Scotland and she finds herself falling in love with him after spending a blissful weekend together before she returned stateside.

Will this fairy tale continue or will it fizzle out in the waters of the ocean between them?
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“I said shut up and fuck me.” I stepped closer to him and kissed him. He reached behind me and grasping my ass, lifted me until I wrapped my thighs around his waist. As I slid slowly down his body, he slammed himself inside me full force. With my arms around his neck, and his hands holding my thighs, he fucked me until I screamed out in blissful indulgence.

Sitting me down, he stepped behind me and pressed me against the wall of the truck. His hands roamed up my back and with one hand in my hair and the other on my hip, he whispered into my ear, “Tell me to fuck you again.”

“Fuck me, Blake, fuck me now!” I cried out as he repeatedly thrust himself in and out of me. “That’s right, just like that.” I pushed against him, forcing him deeper inside.

He moved his hands from my hair and hip to the front of my body and holding my tits in his hands, he slammed against me, burying his cock deep in my pussy. The sound of his hips beating against my ass joined our animalistic grunts and echoed through the emptiness of the truck. Just when I thought I would collapse from the quaking in my legs, he let out a deep, guttural moan and I knew he had cum.
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