The Orgasm Whisperer

Professional Reviews

Five stars -- I would give this story a ten if I could just for the "Hawtness" alone.

OMG you can hear people's sexual thoughts, does this mean you are the one daughter that has inherited your mother's "gift"? So you go to the source, good ole mom. You not only find out that yes it picked you but that you have also some alien blood. Yeah right, mom is a little kooky. She tells you that unless you find your true soulmate it could stay with you forever. OK soulmate where are you?

Enter 3 of the hottest guys you have ever seen. You all dance and then decide to go with them and 2 of your best friend’s to your home, why did you decide that?

Reed, Lex and Gavin proceed to tell you that you are of royal blood and must return to their planet and become their wife...all 3 of them. Yeehaw!

Read this wonderful book by Gabriella Bradley "The Orgasm Whisper" and find out if there truly is a happy ever after, especially with all the sex scenes, I did cringe a little at the ceremony but you will have to read it to find out why.

Also you will find out if Amia keeps or loses her orgasm whisper gift. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did. It was definitely a pantie changing experience.

—reviewed by Trish, Nightowl Romance

Excerpt

This time it worked. Bruce put an arm around Mary and pulled her closer to him, then kissed her, but only fleetingly.

“Kiss her properly. Be a man. You’re acting like a wimp,” Amaia whispered furiously.

Bruce reacted when Mary pulled back. He put both arms around her and this time kissed her passionately. At first, Mary stiffened, but then she melted into the kiss as it continued.

“Good boy. Now start playing with her.” She watched as Bruce continued to kiss Mary and started undoing her jeans. His fingers worked their way down to her pussy and started stroking her and fingering her clit. Mary squirmed a little. Amaia wasn’t sure if Mary was really getting horny this time or if she was protesting. “Pick her up, carry her to bed. And be romantic, slow, no wham bam thank you ma’am business.” Bruce acted on her whisper and breaking away from Mary, swept her up into his arms.

“Bruce, what are you doing?”

“Sssh, be quiet,” he told his wife and walking into the bedroom deposited her on the bed. Once Mary was lying down, he bent and kissed her again while removing her jeans and panties, then concentrating on her sweater. He kneaded her breasts as he peeled the sleeve off one arm, then the other, as difficult as it was with one hand. He sucked her nipples and kissed her again. By now, Mary was hot and squirming and seemed to want more.

“Mary, undo his belt, his jeans, reach for his cock. Feel it, hold it in your hand,” Amaia told her. It worked. Mary hesitantly undid Bruce’s belt and pants then let his cock spring free. She encased it in her hand and worked the skin back and forth. Mm, so she does know more about it then she lets on, Amaia thought.

Bruce stood and got out of his clothes at lightning speed. Mary took off her sweater and lay naked, her legs slightly spread. Amaia felt embarrassed watching the couple, but at the same time, but a naked Bruce turned her on. He was somewhat homely looking, but he had a body to die for and he sported a huge cock. She felt her own panties grow damp and had the urge to pull down her pants and masturbate, but that wouldn’t be right. She was their orgasm whisperer, their therapist so to speak. She giggled. Maybe she should call herself a sex therapist now. Pity she couldn’t get paid for it.

In horror, she watched Bruce settle between Mary’s legs and position himself. “No, no, no,” she whispered frenziedly. “Make love to her first. Bring her to where she begs for it. Don’t just fuck her and make it another fuck session.” It worked. He didn’t enter Mary, but started to fondle her instead, then moved down to lick Mary’s pussy and tongue-fucked her.

“That’s better,” Amaia whispered with a sigh and watched in satisfaction as Mary started to writhe and moan. “You’re on the right track now. Mary, stroke his head. When he kisses you, hold his cock again. Better yet, suck his cock.”

Should I suck his cock? I’ve read about it, but how do you do it exactly?

Amaia heard the thought as clear as if the woman spoke it aloud. “Remember the books, Mary. Pretend it’s a lollipop. Suck it hard. Move the skin back and forth with your hand while you’re sucking. Flick your tongue around the head, into his hole. It’s easy and he’ll love it.”

Amaia watched and waited. Finally, Mary dared to suck his cock. She was a little clumsy at first, but he guided her and after a few minutes, she got the hang of it. At least they were responding fast. Not fast enough to Amaia’s liking, but she felt she’d accomplished what she came for. Leaning against the bedroom wall, she waited until Bruce finally made love to his wife and Mary screamed as she reached an orgasm. They lay in each other’s arms breathing heavily for a while until Bruce said, “I love you, my darling.”

“And I love you, Bruce. So much, it hurts. I’m sorry for being such a bitch. Why couldn’t it have been like this right from the start? On our honeymoon?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was afraid to go too far. I feared your reaction if I tried to eat your pussy and tongue fuck you. We both needed to talk and learn. I’m sorry, too, baby. Hey, why don’t we rent some raunchy movies so we can learn more about sex? It’d be nice to spend a romantic evening at home tonight instead of playing cards with Ben and Karin.”

“Yes, I’d like that, along with candles, Chinese takeout and soft music,” Mary said softly. He kissed her then as if he’d never let her go.

Amaia grinned with satisfaction. Mission accomplished, she thought, and without thinking opened the bedroom door and closed it behind her.

“Bruce, someone just opened and closed our door.” Mary’s voice was loud and Amaia could hear her clearly as she headed for the front door. Oh yikes, Amaia thought and as fast as she could, ran for the door and left the apartment.