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grin.
    “Let them be jealous.” I grin back at him, lean over to kiss
his cheek and caress the graying hairs at his temple. “I’m keeping you to
myself.”
    Phineas removes the facilitator from my cunny. It is shiny
and wet with my juices. While I am fully satisfied, his member is still swollen
and erect. I lean over and grasp it. “What about you? Do you not wish to
experience coitus?”
    “Of course I do, my sweet. But my primary goal is to
initiate you to the pleasures of the flesh, and that has been accomplished. You
must learn to please yourself in order to please others. You are progressing
toward that goal. I refuse to hamper your progress by insisting that I bed down
with you. Too many men have used you in the past. You are not ready to have me
inside you, so I will wait. I can use the male facilitator on myself, if need
be.”
    I am most interested in seeing the male version of the
fornication facilitator, but I am even more curious to know how it feels to
engage in carnal activity with Phineas. Skin to skin, without any mechanical
intervention. “What if I do not wish to wait? What if I want you inside me?”
    “Are you certain?” Concern flashes over his features.
    He does not wish to push me too hard. While I appreciate his
tenderness, I know what I want. The Kama Sutra ’s reversal roles intrigue
me. The book mentions the woman playing the part of the man, climbing on top
while he lies supine. “Oh yes, Phineas, quite certain. Lie back.”
    The old me, accustomed to the swine that populate Silverton
Square, must disappear forever. I must burn every last trace of the old India
and ensure that India of Rajasthan rises from the ashes. The new me knows what
she desires and ensures that she gets it.
    He chuckles as I press on his shoulders until he is fully
reclined upon the bed. I place a pillow beneath his head. “I wish to mount
you.”
    A smile plays on his lips, and his eyes light up with a
smoldering fire. “It is refreshing to be with a woman who does not expect the
man to make all the effort.”
    After straddling him, I take hold of his member, so large,
so full of promise. Remembering the terms from the Kama Sutra , I
whisper, “I will take your lingam into my yoni and pleasure you
until you climax.”
    I lower myself, and his tumescent member slides into my
nether regions. The sensation is delightful and my passions take flight. I have
seldom been on top, where I can control my own pleasure. I feel free without
the crushing weight of a man on me. In my experience, men only request this
position when they are drunk or fatigued. Otherwise, they fear it compromises
their masculinity. Phineas seems to have no such compunctions, and I am
thankful for it.
    I ride him, briskly bobbing up and down on his shaft,
reveling in the pleasing sensations coming alive inside my cunny. Phineas gazes
adoringly at my breasts as they heave and bounce. His hands slide down my
waist, to my hips and come to rest on my thighs. The mattress yields under our
combined weight, and the bed creaks and groans.
    After a while I need to catch my breath, so I lean forward,
brushing my breasts against his chest, letting my hair fall in a silky cascade
over his skin. Fingers massage my scalp, and I utter a soft moan. His palms
travel down my back all the way to my buttocks, clasping them tightly.
    Sitting up, I squeeze his torso between my legs. What about
his member? Even if I am still, I can stimulate him. “Will you last for hours
if I do this?” As I speak, I squeeze the muscles of my cunny around his cock.
He gasps and his hips buck. “I plan to put your assertion to the test.” Again,
I squeeze him tight.
    “Ahhhhhhhh!” Phineas’ eyes roll back in his head. “Few women
can do what you are doing, India!”
    “Is that so?” My muscles clench and this time I squeeze so
hard my face contorts into a grimace.
    “If you continue, I will not last.”
    “You said you would,” I tease.
    “You have unexpected