Sometimes they are best when done singly. Trust me, I know where my clitoris is.
But there are those times that a partner helps take you to that place you just can't get to by yourself. Which leads me to thinking about an article I read that the g-spot might not really exist but is part of that amazing iceberg clitoris we have that wraps around us and looks like a wishbone in some drawings. (And don't we all wish a man could find the damned thing?)
But despite my random meanderings, I just wanted to say that I talked to Carolyn today about an idea I had for the series I'm writing and she had some reservations which made me look carefully at the idea and refine it and now I have an even better idea and wow. Thanks Carolyn.
And I really need to get back to writing because my heroine just cold-cocked my hero and you know that's got to hurt. And somehow that makes me happy.
If nobody comments on this post by the time I get home tonight then I'm utting up the picture of the gangrenous penis I've been sending my spammers.
You are so warned.