I can't stop looking at it. This book I found tucked at the back of the bookshelf in our holiday cottage. I'm reading the Blue Book, or more accurately, looking at its pictures again and again. It must be based on some real need. Some real kink. Somebody must have wanted it. I think I do…Simon and Suzanne are in a committed relationship–even if the sex is a little predictable. But while …
It's a beautiful chair. All gleaming and evocative and wicked looking; an object of desire, more than just a piece of furniture.I shouldn't have bought it. Yet when I saw the chair, I saw Simon in it. I could just imagine him lounging against the leather, enthroned like a sex god and ready to dispense retribution, just like one of those vintage disciplinary gentlemen in the Blue Book. Si…
This is a gorgeous room. So white and tranquil and glamorous, like something from a thirties movie set. From his pocket, Simon retrieves a white plastic rectangle. It's an invitation to a very exclusive private function, extended only to certain guests.The white card was in our welcome basket, along with the sex toys, and neither of us was quite sure whether we'd accept tonight…until now…