I’ve just finished listening to a new erotic audio story. In it, my car broke down in New Mexico and a ranch hand pulled over in his truck to keep me company.
These days, like many women, I prefer listening to porn than watching it. I find my imagination can do a better job faking it than any porn star — plus you don’t have a messy ethical dilemma getting in the way of your pleasure. After I finish (in every sense of the word), I decide I’m not quite done, and so I take the fantasy one step further and talk directly to Joel, that hard-working ranch hand.
