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Shibari is not just about the ropes...it's the anticipation of being bound, the rhythm, the time, the technique, and the full-bodied yearning to relinquish every last bit of power and really let go. From a soapy shower shaving, to a star harness, to a full-on, frog-tied f--k fest, this feisty essay leaves no Shibari stone unturned.

I nervously study the wicked array of sex toys meticulously arranged on your bed. They gleam in the lamplight - floggers neatly knotted, spreader bars polished, plugs bejewelled and ropes freshly coiled - a cornucopia of bondage, discipline and so much sadism. My knees almost buckle when you open a drawer to display your collection of dildos, lined up like Russian dolls, from smallest to largest.

Do you fantasize about someone you shouldn't? Someone you really, really shouldn't? This woman does, and often lets the fantasy overcome her. It makes no sense; her boyfriend is achingly hot, incredible in bed, and just a goddam good guy. And his brother, the one she dreams of, is his twin. They look almost identical. It makes no sense.

“Did you know?” smiles my beauty therapist, Charlotte “Some women actually enjoy a bikini wax.” She holds my gaze just a touch longer than strictly necessary. She’s gorgeous, with a perky ponytail, luscious lips, perfectly sculpted eyebrows and flawless skin. As we study one another, I see a gleam in her eye that tiptoes the line of professional curiosity.

This isn't one of those cheap '70s pornos, I promise. But yes, her car does break down. And yes, it is an urgent situation. Stressed out and over-caffeinated, this feisty customer takes matters into her own hands when she's desperate to get to her conference. Fortunately, her filthy mechanic is oh so ready for servicing and gives her exactly what she needs.

Fliss doesn't know she enjoys pain until she meets Damian, her tattooist. Armed with black latex gloves and a burning tattoo gun, Damian works Miss Fliss into a gasping, writhing, moaning mess on his leather bench. Is he enjoying her pain too? Is he a sadist? Or is he simply a professional? His throaty voice and strong grasp give nothing away. Until....

In the final part of this three-part f--kfest, everything really is everywhere. Our thirsty trio leave all remaining inhibitions far, far behind them and explore their deepest, darkest territories of desire. If you thought the first two parts were filthy, this will bust those boundaries wide, wide open and leave you wondering if you'll be arresting for loving every burning word.

Hannah has fantasized about her best friend Lara for years...but so far these thoughts have remained only filthy fantasies. Up until tonight, Hannah has only ever enjoyed men, but finally the allure of Lara's curvy body and delicious pink lips is too much to bear, so she decides to make her first and only exploration into the pleasures of a woman's body. Flirting through her own fears, she seduces Lara right in front of a hot bartender, also keen to get involved.

I gasp as your fingers gently but firmly slide the collar across my throat. My jugular pulses beneath the leather and my breath quickens, fighting the fight or flight response. I’m new to the world of BDSM, punishment, domination, Daddies and Masters but you are teaching me; slowly, methodically and painfully perfectly. And it hurts in all the right ways.

I’m a self-confessed control freak. You have to be when you own a bar dominated by strong, competitive Alpha males who know no shame. But you, you seem different: masculine and Alpha, undoubtedly, but without the arrogance. I study you unwavering. You don't look like you should be wearing a suit; you look like you should be scaling a mountain somewhere, or rescuing cats. You have the kind of muscularity that comes from hard work, not hard gym.