The List by Joanna Bolouri Page A

Before I knew it there were two fingers in there and I suddenly felt a huge wave of arousal wash over me. After that, it took a while for him to get fully inside me: lots of me telling him to slow
the fuck down!
and serious amounts of lube, but once we started and I finally got over the fact that it felt like I had to use the toilet, I was hooked. The feeling is hard to describe but it was definitely enjoyable.
    It was also perhaps the most submissive thing I’ve ever done. I could hardly move and the whole experience was overwhelming. I’m so glad that I picked someone I knew wouldn’t abuse the obvious amount of power it gave him and who understood it wasn’t an area you just take a run at. Oliver was gentle, made sure I was happy with everything, and was extremely vocal about how ‘fucking hot’ he found the whole thing. As did I.
    He stayed over and we did it until we both couldn’t move any more. Anal + vibrator = OOFT! That’s all I have to say about today. Oliver and I should have been doing this daily since high school. So this challenge was a huge success. I’m a complete convert. Big time.
    Monday March 14th
    After work the girls and I went to get our nails done at a new salon on Byres Road. I’d arranged some free advertising in the paper in exchange for the manicures and the promisethat they’d never mention it to my boss. Lucy and I met Hazel outside, then took our seats at the nail bar, sipping free Prosecco and choosing our colours.
    â€˜Black,’ I decided, dismissing the array of pastels displayed in front of me.
    I could feel Hazel staring at me. ‘Stop being so emo, Phoebe. I thought this was the new you.’
    â€˜OK, tell you what: I’ll get whatever colour you think, if YOU get the black, Hazel.’
    Lucy laughed. ‘Hazel with black nails? Jesus, whatever would the yummy mummies think? You’d be thrown out of the mother-and-baby class.’
    â€˜Black just isn’t me,’ Hazel replied coolly, running her hand through her blonde hair. ‘Kevin would hate it, but I couldn’t care less what those idiot mothers think.’
    â€˜Prove it then.’ I held up her usual shade of pearly pink and swapped it with the black I’d already chosen. ‘You do it and so will I.’
    We left the salon forty-five minutes later: Lucy with her usual red, me with nails by Barbie and Hazel with black talons that looked incredible.
    I got a text from her half an hour ago:
    So Kevin likes my nails. A lot. Who’d have thought it?
    This might sound like the lamest dare ever made, but getting Hazel to be even a wee bit rock and roll is worth walking around with nails like marshmallows for the next two weeks.
    Tuesday March 15th
    So with anal very successfully achieved it’s on to the next challenge on my list: role play. A programme I saw on TV tonight gave me a few ideas. A couple had hired a company to help them play out their ‘abduction’ fantasy: guy gets jumped by blokes in balaclavas who shout at him loudly, then he gets bundled into a van and taken to a remote house where his captor (i.e. wife) is waiting, dressed as a terrifying but sexy dominatrix. I have to say, the whole idea is pretty cool and I was impressed they’d actually hired outside help. I’ve never participated in any kind of role play before, mainly because it has always struck me as something for bored married couples. Well, except for a really dodgy French maid’s outfit I bought over the internet once, which looked
très
ridiculous and soon found its way into the bin (not least because Adam, the bloke I was seeing, actually let me clean his bedroom before we had sex, which I refuse to believe was just to ‘help me stay in character’). I’ll call Oliver tomorrow and discuss what we should do. I BET he says ‘hooker’, the little shit.
    Wednesday March 16th
    I work with the strangest group of people, and if it