Nicholas finds the answers to all of his x-rated fantasies reside in the abode of the dominatrice next door.

“Don’t you forget it!”

I paused when I heard the stern tone in my landlady’s voice. Her front door was open, but the screen door was still in place. Ms. Stevenson sounded put out in a major way. I hesitated on her porch, wondering whether I should knock to see if everything was all right. Part of me wanted to. Ms. Stevenson has always been helpful to me when I’ve needed a favor. But part of me was a little frightened.

My landlady is a formidable woman. I was struck when I first met her by the fact that she could look me straight in the eye — which put her at my height, nearly six feet tall. Then, seeing her eye to eye, I’d noticed how beautiful she was.... Leer Más