cliters: A Story Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Hope

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in cliters. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “cliters.” Slow circles become frantic in cliters, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “cliters, yes, cliters,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of cliters drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.