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Rough Edges
-- EXCERPT: I wish I had a booty call on speed dial. Amanda hummed, her bright pink lips shining in the low light, and her crystal blue eyes narrowed. “Want to go out and find a big dick to satisfy your craving?” Emily gasped and dramatically fluttered her thick black lashes, but I burst out laughing. My best friend knew me inside and out. It had been years since I had any satisfying manly action. “I would even take a small, skillful one.” I giggled. “Or we could go shopping for something where I can choose the size.” Amanda snorted. “Last time we went shopping, you bought a toy that made your pussy itch for weeks.” “I’m cursed,” I breathed. “You’re not cursed. One-night stands don’t agree with you; you need more. Someone you’ll see often, who can learn every intricate instruction of your body,” Emily said with a finger raised. “Instruction of my body?” I gritted my teeth. “You make it sound like I’m a complicated spaceship that needs an engineer to operate.” “You are,” Amanda stated. “Fuck you, Mandy.” “I would if I wasn’t married.” She laughed. I snorted. Amanda and Nicole had had an on-and-off relationship since college. They had tied the knot after a decade of breaking up and reconciling. It was a joyous occasion to witness Amanda finally committing to Nicole after years of being scared to get married. “Do you think I’m that complicated?” The question slipped out of my mouth before I sealed my lips. Silence answered me, and damn it be, for shame rose in my gut. I missed having a man the most during those times, my horny times. Since my husband’s death, I hadn’t found a man who brought me to climax. Not a single one. Even though I was open and communicative in the bedroom, I seemed to lack something… or had too much of it? I didn’t see myself as hard to please, but maybe I was wrong. “Babe, it’s not like that,” Amanda responded, but I didn’t believe her. Shame poured over me like acid rain, and I choked back a sob. I was complicated. “Want to go out somewhere new and exciting?” Emily suggested, her radiant smile coating my discomfort with sweetness. “I heard about a place in Albany called The Sultry Lounge where one might stumble across a DTF gentleman,” Amanda added. I sighed and weaved my fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I’ll have to go to his place, though. “Okay. Let’s find me some spice for tonight!” I blurted. Looking at myself in the tiny mirror of my compact, I brushed my hair, put on some glossy lipstick, added a touch of mascara, and smiled. I might be as complicated as a spaceship, but I was a damn fine one. A flirty kiss to my reflection later, we were on our way to The Sultry Lounge. 
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