She was curious. The kind of woman who couldn't wait for anything, she was; two strokes of the brush, sent her into orgasm; and, three strokes, sent her heart chiming.
He'd work on it, dreaming of the next scene, the next words. She'd play his game, 'cause she loved it. The whole house would sing with their love-making.
Years of curiosity,
making his kitten purr.