Can you promise me that?”“No.”Kathryn grumbled at the declarative immediacy of his answer. “Well, then I’m never emerging from my cave. Coul... you slip breakfast and a thermos of coffee under the covers?”“Would you like to hear the rest of my answer?”“You’re going to have to speak louder. It’s harder to hear you in here.”“I can’t promise, because I’ve never done anything like this. Some spanking and playing around with paddles or spatulas or whatever — and not, for the record, all of it with Liz. When I stepped out of the hotel into the balmy spring evening, I had no idea where I was going. I was following my feet and enjoying Paris's old-world charm when I came upon a group of stores off the main thoroughfare. I was pleasantly surprised to see one of the stores sold adult books and videos.I went in. Small booths, like self-photo booths, lined the wall on my right. Their openings were draped in fabric. Each booth had a video screen and a fold-down seat. The area on my left consisted of. He's gentle but firm as he pulls me towards him. I always like it when he does that. My head fits on his shoulder perfectly. I nestle closer and kiss his neck. "That's good," he says. He's just being nice but in my mind I'm hearing the words of a slave master. The only trouble is I want it to be Joe."You know I only want to please," I say, wishing that he would take me at my (unspoken) words."In which case, I'd better take you to bed," he responds. He pulls off his shirt. I like his body. It's. But I wasn’t satisfied. I had to imagine in my mind, the naked body of my English teacher whom I had seen years ago and through the innocent eyes of a kid. Obviously, I didn’t remember much. I needed someone else.I then remembered some of my friends’ mothers I had met. They were very pretty and fit perfectly into the kind of women I was fascinated with. But they too couldn’t satisfy me. I ran into the same problem, that of knowing too less about their bodies as I had met them only once or.