I keep changing hairstyles and health clubs and stockbrokers, but I’m quite set in my ways sexually. Besides the man I date the rest of the week, I see a special friend for S&M on Friday evenings. When I hang up the phone after checking in each Wednesday, my hands are trembling with excitement and my pussy is sending waves of pleasure throbbing outward, all the way to my fingers and toes. I wonder how I’ll make it to Friday.

So last Friday I took the afternoon off, stopping at Victoria’s Secret to pick up another garter belt and stockings with seams, as ordered. At home I took a hot bath, adding a dollop of scented oil to the steaming water. I shaved carefully and trimmed my dark pubic bush into a neat triangle, almost heart shaped. I dabbed a drop of perfume behind my ears, another in my cleavage, and... Read More