My husband's away and I'm bored (and a little bit horny), so I retire to my den, don a skimpy nightie and silky robe and plan to spend the evening with a good book. I am a big fan of the bodice-ripper romance novels, and I've got one that sharpens my pencil every time - if you know what I mean! I get lost in the world of strapping historic heroes and their lusty lasses and I can help but imagine I'm being ravaged by the leading man in my own passionate fantasy.

As I delve further into their erotic adventures - while touching my body the way I'd imagine my hero would touch me, I see... Show more