The Virgin
Book One in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy ( An erotic BDSM novel )
London – one meeting , one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires .
My journey to hell started with a decaff coffee . Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient .
One sip , one smile , one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn ’ t destined to stay dull . Oh , no , suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette .
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin . And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell , with debauchery and wantonness , people playing devil ’ s advocate , luring innocents into the hotter , steamier corners of the world . Her world . Oh , yes , she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive , flickering like flames , enticing me , holding me spellbound and eager to learn more . To touch , explore , drown in coming .
And drown I would . I was no match for her tricks and taunts . My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin . I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve , too , and if she just opened her eyes , she might be dazzled enough to stay — stay and take ‘ my ’ lessons . If she didn ’ t kill me first , that was , with pleasure .