Never Judge A Book By Its Cover
The opening paragraph and portions of this story may offend some readers.
So there I lay, my arms splayed out with one wrist tied to each bedpost, my ankles tied to the lower ones and a pillow wedged up under my hips. Because of the blindfold and headphones, I had no idea what she was up to. Perhaps I should back up a bit. Laura seemed like a shy, almost painfully bookish librarian. She wasn’t particularly pretty. She had mousey brown hair she kept in a bun, except for a few stray wisps at the...
