Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in f e m j o y. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “f e m j o y” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “f e m j o y, yes, f e m j o y” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “f e m j o y” ecstasy.