https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B092SLL69W
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092SLL69W
Synopsis
Are some secrets simply meant to come out?
Martin, a man in a
steady relationship, is hiding a secret from his partner, a secret that could
drive them apart if she ever found out.
Is his relationship over when Sally finds out about Martin's fantasy fetish, or is he willing to give in to her conditions to save their relationship? Will he lose himself and his divinely satisfying office activity, or will his every fantasy finally come true?
Excerpt
As soon as the front
door closed I was out of my chair and watching from the window as my girlfriend
walked down the path, heading for work.
Once I saw her reach
the end of the road and get in her friend's car–the same friend always picked
her up–I made sure the doors were locked and headed up to the newly converted
attic. Originally, I had it modified so I could work in peace away from Sally
and her friends, who always seemed to be around the front room, talking about
girly things like make-up, lingerie, and which film or television star they
would fuck.
Even though I knew
that Sally would never cheat on me, and she was only having a laugh with her
friends, it wasn't what I wanted to hear, what my girlfriend would do with this
star or that star in intimate detail, so when I told her my plans for the attic
she agreed it would be a good idea. In only a matter of weeks it had been
completed. Once it was done, I moved all my computer equipment up there, kitted
it out like a home office, and even put a sofa bed in there in case I worked
too late. I was a digital artist and web designer and when an idea gripped me I
rarely wanted to leave it, even to sleep.
That was when I found
out that I liked to do more than design websites or draw fantasy figures. Being
alone had given me all the peace and free time I had wanted, yet, niggling at
the back of my mind, I found myself thinking more and more about what Sally and
her friends talked about, especially the lingerie. The way they used to
describe the different feeling of different materials against their naked
bodies, the items and colors of lingerie they would wear, what they wore for
what occasion, what each different piece made them feel like; it all used to
have me getting aroused more and more often.
More than once, while
the attic wasn't finished, I had hurried off up the stairs telling Sally I was
going for a bath before locking the door, turning the taps on, and slowly
stroking my cock, all the while imagining Sally wearing some of the things her
friends described but I knew she never would, until I'd come.
The thing was, Sally
didn't feel she was attractive enough for skimpy, sexy underwear, and nothing I
said would ever make a difference. I had even nearly lost her once when I
bought her a lace bodysuit for her birthday. She had said there was more
chance of me wearing it than her, something I had never forgotten. Now, with my
private office and the continued talk of red-hot lingerie I had been listening
to for months, it was actually something I had started to do more and more
frequently.
