The Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan
This is BDSM-lite for girls. Something tells me that deeply serious subs and doms won’t be queuing up to share Sophie’s experiences, but it’s just fine for beginners.
A third of the way into the book, the narrator, a self-confessed feminist, mind you, asks herself this question: The paddle. The. Paddle. Shit. Could I endure this? It left me wondering whether I, too, could endure much more, but like Sophie, I soldiered on.
James, the rich, cat-loving stockbroker (not quite up to the standard of super-rich Christian Grey in terms of wealth or tortured psyche) often calls her a ‘silly girl’. Occasionally I was tempted to agree with him. But Sophie’s style is pretty much chick-lit in terms of readability and I was impressed that this middle class, middle England and, dare I say it, intelligent young woman was able to bring out ‘A real-life Fifty Shades of Grey’ in such record time. And she seems perfectly comfortable with the word ‘cunt’.
He stroked my hair. ‘Good girl.’
Being called a girl is one of the things that makes me bristle more than any other. But while part of me bridled at the patronising nature of the endearment, another part revelled in his praise, keen to show him exactly how good I could be. I leaned forward, opened his fly and gently pulled his cock out. I took my time, running my tongue up and down his length, before sucking it fully into my mouth.
Not quite as jolly or super as a Jilly Cooper bonkbuster (successor to the bodice ripper and precursor of mummy porn) nor as witty as Bridget Jones or some of the more thoughtful chick lit, The Diary of a Submissive is easily the best thing in the genre to appear immediately after the EL James trilogy. Chapeau, Ms Morgan…
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