Twenty Tones of Red by Pauline Montford Read Free Book Online Page B

although by then her expectations had been raised and she had to admit that she had been expecting something a little bit more explosive. Looking back she realised that the key element that had been missing for her was the torture and torment and build up that was always present in BDSM. She was discovering that although she enjoyed it she simply found the majority of sex too quick. She liked to be caressed, restrained and tormented for at least an hour before the penetrative action began.
    They had two more relatively happy years together although eventually they did both become increasingly jealous and started to fight. He hated it when she went out with her girlfriends or was seen with other boys and she hated it when he went away to work and came back with stories of drunken nights in pubs and nightclubs. The relationship cooled. Looming at the back of her mind was the thought that she was soon to go to university. Although she liked him she knew she didn’t completely love him and some part of her knew that she would need to move on. She didn’t want to be one of the saddos who kept their boyfriend from home all the way through her student days. Somehow she knew that she needed to break free and look for something better.
     
    The first term at university was a real eye-opener. Suddenly she had her own room in student accommodation and there were hundreds of handsome intelligent young men all around her. It would’ve been very easy to lose her head and chase after all of them, and lots of girls did, but she was determined to behave more calmly as befitted a young woman who had already had a three-year relationship with an older man.
    She watched and flirted and bided her time and after waiting three whole weeks found herself at a party snogging a devilishly handsome hairy creature from Sutton Coldfield called Howard. Her new boyfriend had thick dark hair, intense lupine eyes and a mono-brow that made him look very much like a wolf. His body was hairy too and after several passionate nights together she decided that in his case she liked it.
    Howard was basically a hippy and that limited their time together. She slowly worked out that she liked men with focus and purpose. Mostly she wanted their drive applied to her and then to their career and life in general. She never really knew what happened to her relationship with him but over time it just fizzled out. By the end of the summer term they were doing different things and socialising in different circles. They would still arrange to meet but increasingly this was at the end of an evening and only so they could spend the night together. They were both vaguely aware of drifting apart and neither seemed particularly bothered. In a sense it was one of the nicest and easiest endings they could have. They were still friends, they still liked each other and they still had a good time in bed. But they simply didn’t feel the need to be together very much and they didn’t have a lot more to say to each other. In the final few weeks of term with the long summer holidays looming they agreed to officially call it over. They did see each other again and they found that over the next twelve months if there were ever at the same nightclub or party they would inevitably end up going home together but this was just because it was easy and old habits died hard. The spark and the flame had flickered out long before.
     
    The summer after she and Howard split up was her worst romantic droughts. She was on the lookout for a new exciting love and she found that the more she wanted it the more difficult it became to find. There was a perverse psychology to the situation and it was something she often discussed with her best girlfriends, Jackie and Sue. They all agreed that there was some kind of subliminal message of need that people could give off and knowing this she gave up. She convinced herself that it would be no bad thing to concentrate on her studies and her female friendships