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"'Bizarre.' The magazine for pleasant optimists who frown on convention. The magazine of fashions and fantasies fantastic! 'Bizarre' is for those who have the courage of their own convictions." John Alexander Scott Coutts, AKA. John Willie
Mistress paused once more. My heart thudded frenetically. If it beat any harder it would burst. "I'm going to fuck you in the arse."
I knelt on the cold floor, awaiting her arrival. The unyielding floorboards bit into my kneecaps, coating them in pain. But this was how I'd been instructed to wait - I had no choice but to endure.
“Sit down, Mr. Miller,” I said, without looking up from the screen of my laptop. If I’d wanted to, I could have easily averted my eyes from the screen. I wasn’t doing anything important, just re-reading old emails. But, the performance served a purpose: I was in charge, and I’d speak to him when I was ready.
“Tell me what you’d do.” “Pardon?” “To me,” I said. “I want you to explain what you’d do to me.” “Isn’t it a first date a bit soon for this?”
The bedroom windows were open and, in the distance, I could hear the gentle lapping of the waves as they unfurled against the beach.