The Well-Read Man

By Marilyn Harris

Kate is tired wondering if her latest Master-in-training is going to be a boring, overeager Boy Scout working on his BDSM merit badge or an abusive psycho wanting to maim her best parts for life. On the verge of giving up and living with masturbation and auto-erotic punishment to meet her needs, she meets Scott. At first, he doesn't seem any better than the rest, but one day she steps from the shower to find him waiting. That's when she learns that he has read her journal and memorized her every desire, making him the perfect combination of both.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Jan 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311860484

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The Well-Read Man

By Marilyn Harris

The Well-Read Man

Published by Darker Pleasures

Copyright 2014 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Edited by Matt Nicholson

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This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Kate was tired of training them, of always having to give the instructions. In the beginning it seemed novel, but lately it had seemed more like having a long succession of virgins. At first, their enthusiasm is novel, but after a while the novelty wears off. You realize how wonderful it would be to once again be able to lay back and let it happen, to simply enjoy the pleasure and the pain—to really be his slave. Instead, you wonder which this latest overeager Boy Scout working on his BDSM merit badge is going to be: the one that bores you to tears or the one that maims you for life. It had been a long year.

As always, when she walked in the door, the first thing that greeted her was the picture of Tommy on the entry table. Each time, it reminded her of how things used to be. The sadness was gone and so was the anger at him for dying. He had never paid enough attention to his driving, and that’s what got him. Now, she mostly remembered happy times. She had committed them to heart, and to paper. The self-help articles had all told her to keep a journal. They had said it would get her through grief, loneliness, bad hair days. Journals were the chicken soup for grievers.

It did help for a while, as long as she wrote about Tommy-the-person. But her writing quickly turned into what she had needed from him, and just as quickly, how he had met that need. The longer she wrote, the more detailed she got. When she read the words she had written, the vivid descriptions, embarrassment spread over her—humiliation not at what she wanted, but how it seemed to reduce her to tits and clit. It had seemed like so much more at the time.

She tried putting the memories and the journal away on