Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 7&8 - Sex Stories

Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 7&8

... cum. It felt so selfish!” “Honey, it's not supposed to be an even exchange every time. Sometimes that's how sex goes. You don't owe him an orgasm. As long as the ledger balances out in the long run, it's not important. I'm sure he was happy you got off. Sometimes people are selfish in bed and sometimes they're giving. We've all got our needs and the people you love are there to help you fulfill them, right?” Haden toyed with her iced tea, wiping the sweat from her glass with her index finger in a slow circle. “I guess. But in the end it was the toy that I got off on. Not Andrew.” “I said, 'help', honey. Not satisfy every single need. No single person can do that. Trust me. Your marriage is going to last a lot longer if you can get your head around that.” “What do you mean?” Haden looked up at Penny. “Well here's an easy example. You're talking to me right now, instead of Andrew about this. You know why? Because he can't be everyone and all things. Today you need a friend to talk to you that isn't your husband. Last night you needed your dildo. Don't try to make Andrew be the answer to everything.” Those words had a polarizing reaction on Haden. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Penny looked at her, concerned. “Are you okay, hon?” “Yeah. I think. What you said. I think.” She paused. “I think I've sort of used my work and Andrew as a wall from the rest of the world. I met him when some bad things were going on in my life and he just seemed so safe. My life with him has ...

... been very protected.” Haden's face hung in the heat. Penny put a hand firmly on Haden's knee. “Honey, you're in the right place then. New Orleans is a place that celebrates the dead because we love to remember that we're alive. If you need to get out of your shell, this is the place to do it. Live a little. Take some chances. This city will provide. Trust. me.” They decided to go do some shopping. The two women had decidedly different taste. Penny would almost always pick outlandish colors or patterns, items that were a size too small and mostly from sale racks or discounted sections. Haden, on the other hand, always went for the most expensive items, picking clothes that fit well but were on the conservative side. Penny laughed. “You look like you're trying out to be an extra on Sex and the City, hon.” Haden gave her a dirty look and then turned her gaze away from some canary yellow peep toe sandals that she'd been looking at. “What, maybe you think I should get these?” She grabbed a pair of platform black patent leather heels with an ankle strap. The heel looked like it was four inches high. Penny laughed. “That is exactly what you should buy! Seriously. You'd be almost six feet tall in them.” Haden gave her a dubious look, but Penny persisted. “No, really. Go try those on.” “Really? I you don't think I'd look ridiculous?” “Honey, you'd be smoking hot in those. Who doesn't love a mouldering blonde bombshell in stilettos?” Haden blushed at the compliment. She shrugged and sat ...