romantic

I was on my honeymoon in Venice when it happened. My husband Jon wasn’t a terribly interesting person – but he was massively into BDSM. And I, I was a pretty good student. We would spend hours in our hotel room, experimenting and letting our libidos run wild.

Yet, somehow, his company didn’t seem enough. And then I met a guy called Michele at the hotel bar. Michele was a writer specialising in smut. When I started reading one of his books, I became extremely aroused. Fascinated with his mind, it wasn’t long until I cheated on my husband with him – knowing, my punishment would be severe…