To my dearest husband, I want no ordinary lover. I want sleepless nights. I want a fucking storm. I want to be shipwrecked between the sheets, spread-eagled, eaten whole, devoured and left in a half-conscious, screaming and babbling sweaty mess. I want passion and madness. I want rampant energy and rods of steel. I want you to make my whole body shiver from a distance. I want to be taken. Used. Fucked. And afterwards – in...

My hands shook as I ripped open letter four. A tiny amount of spunk dripped onto the envelope before I discarded it. After reading the first few lines, I glanced at the towel on the bed. Picking it up, I cleaned the spunk from my face and body, but not before I swallowed every drop I could rescue. I had to wear the blindfold again. I had to kneel on the bed facing the headboard. I rang the bell in anticipation of the next...

I once more stood at the table. Blindfold raised, letter to the right of me, bell to the left. I glanced at the window and saw that the sun had moved around a little. Rays of light were streaming across the floor towards me; nearly reaching my feet. I don’t know how long I had been in the shack. But I knew one thing. I had learned an awful lot about myself, in what seemed to be such a short space of time. As I looked on l...

The second letter was screaming to be opened. I could hear it, I could see it jump around on the table like a spoilt child. Open me. Open me. Read me. Do me! Trust had taken over my very soul and I knew that I could not leave without finding out what was in the letter. But the finding out was the key to doing. One of the rules was, that if I opened it, I had to go through with it. In one sense it was a hard decision, as I...

This is part of a four part story that really needs to be read from the start in order to understand the plot. I hope you bear with me and enjoy what’s to come.   The path to the cottage was overgrown, to the point where ducking to avoid the brambles that swung down from the branches of overhead trees was essential. I was caught more than once by the sharp barbs but with only the mild unpleasantness of pulling at the fabr...

Tell me - what is it that you want?On this wintry daySpitting cold mist and icy windsDressed in this full length coat.Belt, not threaded, but tied in a knot,What is it, that you want?Tell me - what is it that you want?The unfurled coat, displaying the nakedness of youthYour body glinting from the mellow-yellow sodium lampsThe red lingerie, gives warmth, without warming at allAnd unable to contain your rampant hormones any...

The door is ajar To her hotel room The lights are on He will see her soon. The waiter hesitates As he peers through the gap About to knock He sees her pass. Striding to the bed She glances behind He watches her walk, Her sensual curves, well defined. Over her shoulder She catches his eye Dressed provocatively She throws him a smile. No need to knock Was this really intended He pushes the door It swings unimpeded. She look...

I heard your knock at the door.I’d been waiting for you in the shadows, in the dusky, silent shadows.Chin on my knees, arms round my legs, and I waited.Hooded eyes, thinking of you;Thinking of what you were bringing striding up the path, alive with hope.I shifted; a moment; a tense, hanging, weighted moment;The pause before the pendulum swung again.My heart was on a string anchored in the core of the earth,Waiting to be s...