I took off everything, as usual, but the usual tension was not in the air. Julian spent a good fifteen minutes wrapping the short corset around, then ...nother ten minutes adding the extension and tightening the strings. I relaxed into the sensations as into a warm bath. I do not think it was the reaction Julian expected, especially since I had him tighten it twice. The clamp on my body was reassuring. Christine understood perfectly. As long as Julian drew out the process, we were still done. The mellow passion of a loving partner together enamoured through a life shared.I have stories enough to fill a library, dear reader, a bittersweet mix of the traumatic and ecstatic, and I hope to regale you of them all in time. For now, though – a story of blossoming attraction and of newfound sensuality despite the distance.Ch.01I suppose we found each other, really. Shy and inexperienced didn’t really explain just how nervous we were together. I was 18 and Nathan 20 years old, and neither. Jump it is. As I dive in and feel the icy water around my whole body, I wonder if I’m going to make it back to the shore. As I surface I feel better and wait to adjust to the cold water again. I start swimming around and it feels amazing. I’ve adjusted to the temperature and the water against my bare skin feels great. After about fifteen minutes of swimming around, I hear some voices coming. As I’m scanning the ridge and paths leading to the clearing, I see two women emerge from the forest.. Angie was a true connoisseur of sex, or in American parlance, variously referred to as either a “party animal” or a “slut”. Those of you who follow John’s journeys around the world and were with him in Bali when he met Isabella Bloom, the young botanist, will know Angie as the vivacious UBS analyst from Hong Kong. Angie, until a few weeks ago, had been engaged to an incredibly wealthy Italian industrialist and “off the market” in the parlance of eager to mate females. Angie’s engagement had.