Can't Get Enough of Your Love

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SO MANY MEN, SO LITTLE TIME

While Karl and Juan Carlos talk mostly to my body, Roger talks mostly to my mind. All three are lusty, don't get me wrong, but Roger is caring. Roger is … loving.

And that scares me.

Love just can't be a part of this “love square,” or whatever it is I have going. If this thing is to last, the only L-word I can stomach is “lust.”

And what have I learned from my three lusty men? I've learned that sometimes knowing exactly what's going to happen in bed is comforting. The expected always makes me feel safe and secure. I know what to expect from Karl and Juan Carlos—hard, fast and continuous loving where they are in control of me for the most part. And when the expected becomes boring, I call on Roger and his unexpected thrills and my chance to
take
chances. I have learned that I like the unknown, I like a little mystery, I like to lose control and I like the sheer rush of being especially naughty.

These three have taught me that I have a vivid imagination, and that no matter how we do it, it
always
comes out good.

I guess that makes me good at being bad …

Books by J. J. Murray

RENEE AND JAY
SOMETHING REAL
ORIGINAL LOVE
I'M YOUR GIRL
CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR LOVE
TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING
THE REAL THING
SHE'S THE ONE

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Can't Get Enough
of Your Love
J. J. Murray

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For Amy

Chapter 1

I
am not a whore.

I am not a lady of the evening. I am not a floozy. I am not a harlot. I am not a hooker. I am not a pickup. I am not a skank. I am not a nymphomaniac. I am not a pavement princess.

I am an average, ordinary woman.

I just have needs, and because of these needs, I have several men in my life. That doesn't make me a player, nor does that make me nasty. I have … friends.

Friends with benefits.

It is a natural human need to be wanted, to be held, and to be caressed. I
need
to want a man, I need to hold a man, and I need to caress a man. I
like
to be wanted by a man, I like to be held by a man, and I
love
to be caressed by a man.

In fact, I like it so much that one man just isn't enough for me. I need a great deal of love, even if it isn't love at all. And while many people may disagree, it isn't all physical, this friends-with-benefits thing. We don't always end up in the bedroom.

Sometimes we end up in the kitchen, in the tub, in the shower, in the car, outside …

Let me first make one thing perfectly clear: I am
not
addicted to sex. I lived more than half my life without sex, so I can live without it. I was not molested as a child, and I was not raped as a teenager. I did not sleep around in middle school. I do not need therapy. I do not have a screw loose. I am not nor have I ever been on medication other than an occasional aspirin. I am, as far as I can tell, a normal, healthy human being who likes to have sex.

There, I've said it. I like sex. It's one of God's greatest inventions. I like the way I feel when I'm having sex, and I love living forever in the time it takes to have sex. Why is it so wrong for a woman to enjoy what got us
all
here in the first place? My men obviously like to have sex with me, I feel sexy as hell (and I'm
not
any magazine's definition of beauty), and for a little while at least, I feel immortal.

As a normal, healthy human being, I was one of those people who used to think,
Nah, that kind of thing would never happen to me. I'll be lucky to get and keep one guy
. I believed in all that one-man, one-woman monogamy hype. I believed that it was not possible for a lady to see two or more men at the same time and remain a lady.

I don't believe any of that anymore. I'm all about breaking traditions and stereotypes, and I know I'm not the only woman out there doing it.

At least I
hope
I'm not the only woman doing it.

I can't be the only woman who enjoys the chase, the anticipation, the foreplay, the pawing and gnawing, the raw emotion, the grunting, and the sweaty sighing. And if I
am
the only one, so be it.

I know that I'm
not
supposed to enjoy sex because centuries of conditioning (I paid attention in my psych class at Virginia Western) have taught women
not
to enjoy sex. Just lie back and take it, we've been told.

I do not just lie back and take it because I do not live in the past.

I do not live in a past that said women could not own land, testify in court, vote, smoke, drive, play sports, have their own orgasms, get jobs, run corporations, or campaign for president. To people who think that way I say, “Get over yourselves. The twenty-first century is the century of the woman. We still need equal rights in the boardroom and the bedroom. We still need equal rights in the workplace and the sleeping place.”

I doubt that
Time, Newsweek
, and
U. S. News & World Report
will see it that way and run nice cover stories on my new sexual revolution, but … that's how I feel.

So who are these men in my life? I call them Earth, Wind, and Fire. Roger McDowell (“Earth”), Karl Henderson (“Wind”), and Juan Carlos Gomez (“Fire”) are friends first and lovers second, and a person can never have too many friends. A friend in need is a friend indeed, right? Even the Bible says that a friend loves at all times.

I just get more, um,
friendship
than most women I know.

Men who do this kind of juggling get nothing but praise and envy from other men and even from some women. They get called “Casanova” or “Don Juan” or “Prince Charming,” or, well, Hugh Hefner. They get to be called “studs” and “wolves,” not “pavement princes.” Not all men act this way—now, not even a majority—but I guarantee there are a
lot
of men who
wish
theycould keep three women on a string, and not just for the physical excitement. They all crave the praise of their peers. They want to hear, “Look at him. Look what's he's got. That man has got it made in the shade.”

I guess I crave praise, too, but not from other women. I get praise from the three men I “hang and bang with,” according to my best friend, Izzie. As for other women—or other people, for that matter—let's just say they don't know what I'm doing (not even my mama!) because so far I have kept everything quietly under control. Oh, Izzie knows everything, but she keeps her big trap shut as a best friend should. Izzie seems to live all of her sexual fantasies through me, and I can't let her lose those fantasies, can I?

Anyway, if my men (did I mention I have
only
three?) want to see other women when they're not with me, that's okay. As long as they wear condoms
every
time with
every
one of their hos, I'm cool with it. They have needs, too, right?

Just think: If
all
of us had friends with benefits, what a better world we could have. For one thing, we couldn't have Republicans or Democrats anymore. They don't want
anyone
to be friends. Two, the Society of Friends would increase its membership rolls. The Shakers or Quakers or whatever they're called could finally have some fun on Sundays. And three, the TV show
Friends
would still be on the air. Wasn't that show what “friends with benefits” was all about? Hmm? Who didn't do whom on that show?

I would have done Joey, Chandler, and Ross—in that order.

I have my standards.

I have three friends who, let's say,
entertain
me, who make me feel like a natural woman for a couple hours a
week. Roger is my earth brother, my soul, my Mr. Meat ‘n' Potatoes, who likes good conversation before, during, and after good and often kinky sex. Karl is my wind-brother, my roots, my Mr. Hot Wings ‘n' Corn Bread, who has to do it loud, proud, and rowdy. And Juan Carlos is my fire brother, my passion, my Mr. Salsa ‘n' Pinto Beans, who likes to make fierce, passionate, hot love to me. Put them all together and I have a man who doesn't drink, smoke, or do drugs around me; has curly hair, dark eyes, six sets of hands; speaks two languages; loves to make love to me;
always
wears a condom; and weighs over five hundred pounds.

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