LAID & BETRAYED (Getting wrong with Mr. Wright) Read Online Free PDF

market. E veryone is for sale. A precious object knows it is a precious object and wants to be identified as such. Payment for one's charms attests to your identity. It is a form of narcissism.
    A rationalization?
    My knees were shaky . My mind swam in a haze of champagne bubbles. The books I had r ead that past year had a common theme: looking at life from a different angle, breaking taboos, doing what you know is wrong because it's wrong, and doing so knowing you will come out from the shadow s into a brighter light , a nymph turned into a butterfly .
    Nahume walked through to the bedroom and I followed. He threw his jacket over a chair and pulled off his silver tie. He was still wearing his shirt and trousers as he sat on the side of the bed.
    ' Come. '
    My throat had gone dry. I swallowed hard.
    I stood in front of him, my knees touching his knees. He ran his hands down my sides, over the curve of my waist, my thighs. I could see lights in the sky through the long window, planes sinking like falling stars as they descended into Heathrow. He kept sliding his hands up and down, up and down. Then he slid his fingers over my tummy and across my ribs. He took my breasts in his palms and squeezed, harder and harder until it hurt and I winced with pain.
    ' G ood, you like. You like.' He looked up at me. ' Here. Here. '
    He was pulling me sideways. When my legs were locked against his thighs, he bent me forward so that I was suddenly lying across his knees. I can ' t even be sure how this happened. He started stroking my bottom, gently, like he ' d stroked my sides. I stretched my hands flat on the floor and look ed down at my red nails through my hair. I opened my legs wider to keep balance and he ran his hand into the crack of my bottom. Sweat was pouring from me. I could feel it under my arms and on my back.
    He kept on stroking, stroking. I relaxed. Then, out of the blue, I heard this hard ringing slap. I felt numb and disorientated. My bottom stung and I realized that he ' d hit me. One hand was pressing down on my back, holding me still, and he smacked me again. I wriggled like a fish on a line to get away.
    ' No, don ' t. Don ' t. Please don ' t, ' I cried.
    B ut he held me still and spanked me again, really hard, the sound vibrating around the room. My head was upside down. I felt dizzy. My throat was dry. This had been a game ; an intellectual experiment. After following my tutor's course work, I wanted to experience the erotic from the inside, objectively, not as an object.
    I felt ashamed, stupid, too, my bottom in the air, my pussy wet, the pain running up my back and down my thighs. I kept wriggling, but he was strong and held me still, spanking me again and again. Tears fell from my eyes. I had not imagine d anything like this was going to happen. I thought we would have sex, hot sex, any kind of sex. I was prepared for that, but this was more intimidating, more intimate .
    Suddenly, he stopping slapping me and started stroking me again. I was sobbing, my breasts hanging heavily below me. Then he started smacking me again, not as hard, but continuously, one cheek then the other. My b ack and thighs were glowing and, for some reason I can ' t explain, it stopped hurting and my whole body tingl ed with strange new feelings, shame and guilt and horror, even a weird sort of pleasure I can ' t describe, but it ' s like being a child and you don ' t have to think for yourself, you just accept everything.
    To my own complete surprise, I was sopping wet. He parted my pussy with his fingertips and pushed his long fingers up in side me, stoking me, in and out . He gave his fingers a good soaking then pushed them in my bottom, slowly, and it hurt at first but then the pain went away.
    ' You like, eh? ' he asked and I just sort of moaned . I couldn ' t do anything else.
    He pushed my legs a wider. Then he took hold of my waist. He pulled me up and twisted me round in one quick movement so that my toes left the floor and he had