The Secret Life of a Submissive and Bonds of Love: 2-book BDSM Erotica Collection. Sarah K

       Chapter One

      ‘I know nothing about sex because I was always married.’

       Zsa Zsa Gabor

      ‘So if you could do anything, anything at all, what would you do?’ I asked, handing round the after-dinner mints.

      Across the table, Gabbie, who is one of my oldest and best friends, and who was busy helping herself to the last slice of cheesecake, said, ‘I’m assuming we’re not talking about hang-gliding here, are we?’

      ‘No. In bed.’

      ‘In bed?’ said Helen. ‘That restricts it a bit. How about out of bed?’

      ‘You know what I mean: if you could do anything sexually.’

      ‘Oh, you’re way too coy to be a pornographer,’ snorted Gabbie.

      ‘Do the things we’ve already done count?’ asked Joan.

      We all turned to look at her. Joan is small, lovely, and looks like butter wouldn’t melt. Back in the mists of time she’d been a tour rep for Thomson’s and up until now what had happened on tour had most definitely stayed on tour.

      ‘Anything,’ I repeated. ‘Any time, any place, anywhere.’

      ‘And then you’re going to write about it?’ said Helen, topping up her wine glass.

      ‘Well, yes, if it’s any good I will. I won’t use any of your names, obviously, and I’ll change it enough so that no one knows it was you.’

      ‘That’s a shame,’ said Joan, taking another mint from the box. ‘I’m sure Miguel and Antonio would be chuffed to bits to see their names up in lights.’

      Everyone laughed. ‘You’re winding us up,’ said Gabbie.

      Joan pulled a face and then laughed. ‘Oh, come on,’ she said. ‘We all did crazy things when we were younger.’

      ‘I didn’t,’ I said, and this time it was me they all looked at. ‘Well, it’s true. I didn’t. I was married by the time I was twenty.’

      ‘Before then,’ said Gabbie, ‘you must have played around a bit.’

      ‘I had a couple of boyfriends, but not that many. And Ray and I met when I’d just finished sixth form …’ I began. ‘You know that.’

      Although I didn’t say anything, in all the years we’d been together Ray had always preferred his sex the same way he enjoyed his food: plain, nothing fancy and without any peculiar ingredients. For him the very thought of anything that didn’t involve fumbling around under the duvet with the lights off was a sign of moral turpitude, and if he had ever enjoyed it before, it wasn’t the kind of thing you inflicted on your wife.

      ‘Oh, that is classic,’ snorted Helen. ‘You’re the one who is supposed to be writing a dirty book and you’re the only one who’s stuck