Soul Deep by Ashley Lyn

What was I thinking, falling in love at nineteen?
I was thinking with my vagina, that’s what I was doing.
Physically speaking, he’s every good girl’s dream—All-American, blond hair, blue eyed, Marine, and business owner.
Strip him of his finery, the friendly smile, and the manners, he’s every bad girl’s walking orgasm.
He’s mine.
I wanted him ten years ago—I needed him.
A soul can only go so long without it’s mate.
This is rich, coming from the girl who can’t go ten seconds without making a comment about poop shoots, cum dumpsters (my ex-wife), inappropriately dancing, making lewd jokes, yet tries to give you a flowery description about our love story…
What? You thought you’d get the whole story here?