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Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of sexual fantasies brought to life.
BONDAGE WIVES is the story of one young woman, Marilyn, who gradually discovers that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. And she finds that she also enjoys them. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Marilyn, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
BONDAGE WIVES — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
Dave waited at the doorway of the hotel room for a moment while the bell-hop placed the bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and drew back the drapes, exposing the lovely view of the Florida beach and the sparkling blue of the Gulf of Mexico beyond. The bell-hop returned to the waiting couple, smiling, his hand not quite outstretched.
“Here you go.” Dave shoved a dollar at the kid.
“Thank you, sir.” The smile showed that the amount was not exceptional, but acceptable anyway. The boy walked down the long hallway, back toward the lobby.
Dave turned to Marilyn laid one hand low on her back and looked into her blue eyes. “Here we go!” He swept the girl into his arms and carried her across the threshold.
“Ohhhh!” Marilyn gave a small gasp as her new husband’s arms held her easily. She knew Dave was strong, knew what his body could do, but was still surprised at how forceful he could be.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BH-8061 in the original publications (a duplicate).