There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to be alone with this strange and sensual creature
From the back:
The Velvet Trap
She had wanted only to be loved, to be desired, to please and be pleased. Somehow, somewhere during her quest for fulfillment, she’d become both the used and the user, the subject and the object, a creature of both ecstasy and despair.
Was this to be her fate: to be a mere plaything of these savage, lusting women… a helpless victim of their strange sickness? Was this to be her life: to be passed around among these hard and voracious creatures who cared nothing about her feelings but only her body… who took without giving, seeking only to satisfy their own depraved and jaded needs?
HOW HAD IT STARTED? HOW WOULD IT END?
why doesn’t this ever happen to me?
Normally it is the brunette or black-haired lesbian watching her blonde lover disrobe.