Saturday, 9 February 2013


Go on then, I'll let you peek inside one. This one. S is for Secret. Fiddle with the clasp. There's no other way to get inside.

As you open it, lace spreads out, so you have to pick that fabric up, feel that texture between your fingers, and roll it back.

Just when you thought you were in! Ribbon, tied. See? Getting your fingers inside a Knicker Drawer Notebook is thrilling violation.

But there are secrets in those pages and behind that book.

Oops! I'm sorry, I think we've gone far enough. Cash, and it's yours.

You'll have to forgive me. For a woman in my position, craft is easier than prostitution.

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