Remembered Love

By Diana Hunter

Val knows all her husband’s moves and their sex life has become mundane despite their love for one another. Then Gary suggests adding a little kink to their sex life and she discovers a whole new side of him—a side that suddenly makes their marriage very, very exciting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana Hunter
• Release date: Apr 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311240200

Diana Hunter

Diana Hunter became interested in writing stories with bondage and D/s themes when she found a dearth of them on the web. Nothing she read seemed to have the romantic element she knew was possible in such relationships. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first full-length novel, Secret Submission. Each book Diana writes contains a kernel of truth or deeply held conviction from her own life, but don’t ask her where truth ends and fantasy begins...she’ll never tell! When not writing, Diana is usually at her loom, weaving thread lines of a different sort. Married for over thirty years to the same man, she is grateful for all the wonderful encouragement he gives her.

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Remembered Love

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She couldn’t sleep with him snoring like that. Long ago she’d learned that a nudge got her nowhere and a shove got only a grunt. Val gazed at her husband’s noisily sleeping form and couldn’t stop her thoughts from wandering. If I had it do to over again, would I? Would I tie myself down to one man and his bad habits? To a house and a picket fence and a job? Not a vocation or even a career. Just a job. Just a marriage. Just ordinary.

Rolling onto her side, she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to relax and tuning out her husband’s snores. In sleep, she would forget her mundane life, forget how ordinary she’d become. In sleep, she would once again be free to chase the dreams of her youth,