A bottle of fine wine, a man with a dark desire, and a woman who's willing.
The box, solid red with a silver bow, sat at the foot of my bed. I, with my feet tucked underneath me, sat on the pillows, my back against the headboard. I had a vague concept of what was inside, though with Master Nyguen, I could never be too certain. Inside the box could have been anything. He was fond of anal play, so it could have been a new rope of anal beads. It could have been a new...Read On