“He has his hands on my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length, watching my reactions carefully.”
“He has one arm around me, clasping me to him, while the fingers of his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me.”
“Ana, I”m a journalist, and I’ve written a profile on the guy. It’s my job to know this.”
“Okay…so I was always one of the last to be picked for basketball or volleyball — but I understood that — running and doing something else at the same time like bouncing or throwing a ball is not my thing. I am a serious liability in any sporting field.”
“Holy shit. He’s remembering the ‘gay’ question. Once again, I’m mortified. In years to come, I know, I’ll need intensive therapy to not feel this embarrassed every time I recall the moment.”
“As I place the used teabag back on the side plate, he cocks his head gazing quizzically at me.”
“Is Bondage acceptable to the Submissive? Hands in front. Hands behind back.”
“A young man deprived of his adolescence, sexually abused by some evil Mrs. Robinson figure…no wonder he’s old before his time.”
“Just straightforward sex, Anastasia. No toys, no added extras.” He shrugs. “You know…well actually you don’t, but that’s what it means.”
“Red Room of Pain? It’s mostly about pleasure, Anastasia. Believe me.”
