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Based on the author's real-life experience in the dark world of bondage and submission.
When Ahmed's traditional Indian marriage falls apart, he meets Collette, a Scottish divorcee who's everything his Indi...
When Collette came back in to the bedroom, I was standing at the window looking down at the street.
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The sun was setting in the late afternoon, visible from her third-floor flat in the tenement building. Below lay a grassy square, four car lengths a side, bounded by rusting iron railings. The square was uninhabited, except for three figures. One was a pensioner, wrapped head to toe in a 1950s style trench coat. The old man sat on the solitary bench under a leafless tree, watching two small boys kicking a football over the frosty grass. The children's breaths flashed white in the air. Their cries rose sharp and glassy, amplified by the ranks of enclosing buildings. I admired their enthusiasm. They could only be Scottish. Only Scots would come out in the dead of winter to kick a ball.
Collette pressed her naked body against mine. Her breasts, heavy and pendulous, squashed against my back. Her breath fluttered in my ear. A hand found its way between my buttocks and fondled my balls. I half-turned my head and caught a flash of her breath, tinged with vodka and semen.
"Well, that was fun," she murmured. "Would you like to try something different?"
