fifty-shades-of-grey

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I stare down at his rules. Waxing! Waxing what?Everything? Ugh.“So, limits. These are mine.” He hands me another piece of paper.Hard LimitsNo acts involving fire playNo acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereofNo acts involving needles, knives, piercing, or bloodNo acts involving gynecological medical instrumentsNo acts involving children or animalsNo acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skinNo acts involving breath controlUgh. He has to write these down! Of course – they all look very sensible, and frankly,necessary… any sane person wouldn’t want to be involved in this sort of thing surely?Though I now feel a little queasy.“Is there anything you’d like to add?” he asks kindly.Crap. I’ve no idea. I am completely stumped. He gazes at me and furrows his brow.“Is there anything you won’t do?”“I don’t know.”“What do you mean you don’t know?”I squirm uncomfortably and bite my lip.“I’ve never done anything like this.”“Well, when you’ve had sex, was there anything that you didn’t like doing?”For the first time in what seems to be ages, I blush.“You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or this isn’t goingto work.”I squirm uncomfortably again and stare at my knotted fingers.“Tell me,” he commands.“Well… I’ve not had sex before, so I don’t know.” My voice is small. I peek up at him,and he’s staring at me, mouth-open, frozen, and pale - really pale.“Never?” he whispers. I shake my head.“You’re a virgin?” he breathes. I nod, flushing again. He closes his eyes and looks tobe counting to ten. When he opens them again, he’s angry, glaring at me.“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he growls.