A bubble-wrap fetishist meets her romantic match in a man who brings her to explosively erotic heights.

It’s often said that art is in the eye of the beholder. Modern art is a specific acquired taste. And very modern erotic art — well, that’s what I was engaging in.

Fuchsia. Ruby. Emerald green. Sapphire. Everywhere I turned, I was confronted by a different beautiful, glistening color. If I squinted my eyes, the hues blurred together creating a kaleidoscope in my vision. No, I wasn’t in an exclusive jewelry store or at an art museum. I was alone in my bedroom, surrounded by the plasticine fabric of my favorite fetish. And let me tell you — I felt as if I’d entered a magical world where everything was covered in gorgeous bubble wrap. That’s because before I’d even... Leer Más