Yesterday we said goodbye to the final day of Leo and today we say hello to the zodiac sign of Virgo.
But, before I get started, I wanted to announce last month’s winner of my book, Sex through the Zodiac - actually, there was a tie and Roxanne recommended that I tie both winners up and have my way with them; preferably at the same time, but geographically speaking this would be problematic, so instead I’ll be sending both winners an e-copy. Please give a nice, warm applause to both Danielle and Gigi! Yah! Clap-clap-clap-clap. Please send me your e-mail addreses to black.neve at gmail. com.
Okay, onto Virgo the virgin. In the book, Sex through the Zodiac, my heroine, Roxanne was working a past love interest, Jack, her Virgo out of her heart, by spreading her legs for every other sign in the zodiac wheel. Here’s a taste:
“There was a light tap on the front door and I hit the play button on my CD player before opening the front door; letting Charlie Parker’s fluid saxophone infiltrate my apartment. Charlie Parker was also a Virgo. I opened the door, just slightly so Pluto, the escape artist couldn’t get out. Jack was standing there, holding a bag of Chinese take-out and a smile. He wore a pair of jeans, a simple white tee-shirt, black leather jacket and tennis shoes. He looked comfortable and effortlessly sexy.
“Please come in.” I said, flashing my blues and pearly whites. I suddenly realized why I cared so much what I looked like. I still had feelings for him. His visit to my house could be trouble for me. I had a number of zodiac signs to still have sex with and I wasn’t sure if seeing Jack wouldn’t somehow reignite the deep emotional feelings I had for him; derailing my New Year’s resolution goal.
Virgos have discriminating taste. It’s a compliment to any zodiac sign if a Virgo finds you interesting enough to want to spend time with you. Knowing this, I felt his immediate earth sign warmth as he walked through the front door.
We both sat down on the floor, sipping cold beer while we laughed; catching up over the months we hadn’t see each other. It felt as if we picked right back up from where we had left off. The couch was up against our backs, and opened cartons of Chinese take-out were strewn all over the coffee table in front of us. Jack’s eyes met mine and I moved closer to him; his scent penetrated into my brain, “God. I love the way he smells.” Our pant legs touched and electricity shot through my body.
“I’ve missed you, Roxy.” He said kissing the top of my head.
“What have you missed about me the most?” I whispered wickedly as I pushed the coffee table’s legs across the carpet; giving me enough room to straddle his lap; like a cowgirl who’s been away from her horse for too long.
I pressed my breasts against his chest; my nipples ached as they hardened. He wrapped his arms around me; holding me tightly. I pushed myself up and our lips met; kissing softly and then harder, and faster. His cock flexed behind his jeans and I felt my cunt getting wet….”
What more do we know about these discriminating earth signs other than what Roxanne describes for us above? Who out there reading this is a Virgo? Who knows a Virgo? Care to describe what you know about a virgin?
Calling all virgins,