“It’s not!” She struggled against his grip. “It’s the total fucking opposite of okay…”“She’ll guess anyway.” He pulled her tight t...o him and planted his mouth on hers. It was like steel and velvet both at once. His kiss left her clinging to him in the tub, desperate and confused. “Leave this to me,” he said, once their lips had parted. His blue eyes mesmerised and somehow reassured. “I want you to stop running like a scared girl and trust me. Okay, Tabitha? Trust me.”She had no reason to trust. We chatted online for a couple of weeks and had phone sex once before we decided on a motel meeting. We had dinner first and then proceeded to the hotel room he had for the night. He must have had a dryer spell then I had, he had the room prepped with his and hers massage oil and a brand new large box of regular sized condoms. I should have known then that I wasn’t going to be satisfied and I wasn’t. His cock was half the size of the pictures that I had seen, hardly a mouthful and he could only. " The outside, conventional world is just a dull fantasy that masks and even denies the reality of our inner selves. The Century Club, on the other hand, is a society that recognizes, revels in and, in a secret way, realizes our fantasies. Our mask is to the world, not to ourselves. We are free to be our dreams." We have reason to believe," said Julie, " that you too are chaffing in the chains of conformity, that you hide what you dare not admit, that this repressed secret is eating away at you. I think he cares for you more deeply than you think. Accept that and build on it. You are both very intelligent and courageous people and well suited to each other. If I did not think that I would not be so whole hearted about blessing the arrangement you have made." Thanks for telling me as much as you have daddy. It gives me a bit more confidence to work hard at building a sustainable relationship with the man of my choice. It also makes me happier about mum's attitude to this, for I have not.