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VARIATIONS

BONDAGE

TIES THAT BIND

Yearning for more out of life, a conservative cougar meets a
worldly younger man who unlocks her deepest passions.
By Claire Porter

o one would ever guess I’m “Well, I’ve never been much of a sexual feather tickler, a black satin blindfold and a
into kink. I’m a slender, small- person anyway.” tassel whip.
busted blonde WASP in my “Oh, whatever.” She waved me off. Angela almost choked on her wine.
early 40s, and I still dress and “Come on, you know me.” “That’s not supposed to be in there!”
N act every inch the part—at “Of course I do. I’ve known you since “It’s not? I don’t understand.”
least in public. During my first marriage, college—you’re no cold fish. You’re the “Oh shit, I know what happened. There
sex was something my then-husband and Kappa sister who got voted ‘best ass.’” was someone else who set aside his stuff
I communicated about in whispers, if at “And ‘biggest cocktease,’ remember?” on the counter. Our orders must’ve gotten
all—for which I blame our conservative We both laughed this time. mixed up!”
upbringings. We also both had demanding Then Angela continued: “Look, don’t get I put the whip back in the box. “I think I
careers, so we never opted to have kids— need more wine now.”
but to be honest, we never “opted” for “Me, too!” Angela laughed and poured
each other much either. us another round. “But I’m serious. This
However, when I unexpectedly found “HE FLICKED is totally not even on my receipt! But hey,
myself single again at 40—Roger ran off here’s to free bondage gear!” She clinked
with a graduate student as part of his THE LEATHER her glass against mine.
midlife crisis—you could definitely say my I played it cool for the remainder of the
mood plummeted. At first, I just drank AGAINST MY night, but I couldn’t help wondering how it
vodka. Then I got into yoga and green TITS BEFORE would feel to have someone cuff my wrists
smoothies. And then I attempted to enjoy and tease me with that wicked whip.
my alimony. I splurged on cruises, New Age FOCUSING ON Naturally, Angela was right on about
retreats, spas and shrinks. I tried just about the vibrator and the curative power of
everything, but honestly, I had no idea what MY PUSSY.” orgasms. My last vibrator bit the dust pre-
I needed to feel better, and I had never felt divorce, and I’d been too lazy to replace
more disoriented and lost in my life. it. Making myself come on a regular basis
Months later during a night out, a close definitely seemed to help my mood—and
girlfriend of mine presented me with a gift: mad, but I think you getting over feeling yet, it also made me frustrated and left me
a “beginner’s pleasure kit” from the local sexually ‘blah’ is half the battle right now. wanting more. In a way, I felt like Sleeping
sex shop. Seriously, when was Roger ever that great Beauty, waking up after a long, boring
“Now, don’t freak out, but my friend at, well, rogering you?” almost sexless marriage. But instead of
Michelle swears by the pink vibrator there. I rolled my eyes and uttered, “Ugh.” a prince, I had in my nightstand drawer
And see, it’s tiny, so not intimidating,” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—but Claire, I’m only double-A batteries and a whip that
Angela assured me. looking out for you. Your sad divorcée intrigued me.
I laughed. “Oh, no, you keep it. You need routine is starting to scare me. You aren’t My ever growing curiosity made me long
it more than me.” dead, and you’ve still got a hot ass!” to meet a man who’d really rock my world.
“No, I don’t.” Angela giggled. “I already She made me smile. “Fine, fine—I’ll take After a couple weeks of enjoying my
have my own—and then some! You, my home the dildo.” new toys, I decided to do some Internet
dear, are in dire need of a good orgasm “Good! It’s a start…until I convince you research. I wasn’t even sure what exactly
however.” to get on Tinder.” I wanted to know, but the feelings ignited
I smiled and drank down the remaining “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” I began by my “accidental” BDSM gifts were
wine in my glass. “Hmm, I think I’m done sifting through the box. “So, what else is in testament to the fact that deep down I’d
with the drama of all that for a while.” here? Oh my—” always fantasized about being bound
“I’m not talking about drama—I’m talking Nestled between the pocket rocket and and taken during sex. Somehow being
about pure, drama-free pleasure.” massage oil was a set of fur-lined cuffs, a unable to resist equaled total permission

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