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But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

Leaving the rope there for now, I reach into the bag again and get out something Bella hasn't seen nor experience yet - a stainless steel anal hook. The curved, smooth metal is barely thicker than my little finger, and the rope attachment ring at the non-business end is exactly what I need now. I thoroughly lube up the hook and without further ado start pushing the sleek, edge-less toy into her. Bella squeaks when she feels the cold hard something intrude and goes completely still, giving me ample opportunity to tug her head back by the rope which I tie securely to the hook. This way she has

) That mental image would be a problem if, for example, Jorge and I ever had an intense academic debate. Later, while we were eating a light meal of excellent Italian take-out, I asked Isabel about the rimming ambush in the shower. She mentioned a set of "Hooker" books from the ancient collection she read, paperbacks published before we were born. One of them had this 40-plus year old Hooker person who was just drawn to the ass of one particular twenty-something guy on a beach in Greece. She asked. He said yes. (Most guys will.) She got on her knees behind the guy and did the deed while her wealthy "silver-fox" boyfriend, who paid her bills, got very disgusted watching out for the authoritie

I had always wished to get into his library, but he was always around to monitor my every move if I insisted that I wanted to use the library. Furthermore, I walked slowly as I pushed the door a little and got in as I smiled at the beautiful books which were carefully placed, just as my hands swayed through the books. Something caught my attention. It was a small hook that was hidden inside another book. It wasn't easily discovered except if the person was really observant. I looked closely again, staring at the book, as if I thought I wasn't deceived by my eyes. I raised my hands slowly and reached out for the book that was kept on the right-hand part of the shelf.

They lingered behind us, and every two seconds, I would turn back and look to see if they were keeping up with us. "Oh, let them be, stop being such a worry wort, they're fine, nothing can happen to them." Abigail linked her arm in mine. "Don't think you can get out of this discussion about how you and Alex hooked up, I want all the deets." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her we hadn't hooked up, but just as I opened my mouth to negate it, I closed it, because that's exactly what Alex and I had done. We had hooked up severally with no promise of any strings attached. No promise of tomorrow nor sticking together, come what may. We were just coasting and it hurt me to my bone marrow whe