Free Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine by Alex Jordaine

pulsing constantly as I worshipped that beautiful blond altar server. As a devout Roman Catholic I knew what I was feeling and what I’d done was sinful and wicked in the extreme, but I just couldn’t help myself. I felt so guilty about it all, I really did. And the guilt I felt was delicious.

That Eureka Moment
    Ask any masochist or sadist about the first time they realised they got off big time on what they do – what they are  – and they’re likely to have an interesting tale to tell. Although what our masochist and what our sadist each have to say will be very different, their stories are liable to share in common a cathartic sense of everything suddenly falling into place as if by magic: that Eureka moment.
    The Masochist’s Tale
    When Julie looked back at the person she’d been only five short years ago it felt strange – almost like a false memory of someone else’s life. Had that really been her? Julie Ball was so damn pleased with herself for coming out as a lesbian you’d have thought she was the first person who’d ever done it. She was so sophisticated, wasn’t she? So uninhibited, so daring … So deluded, more like.
    The truth was that in her own way she was as repressed as some frustrated Victorian spinster. There was a whole dark side to her sexuality she hadn’t even begun to come to terms with, let alone explore, for the simple reason that she’d yet to acknowledge it existed at all. Let’s face it, she’d said to herself afterwards wryly, you can’t come out of the closet unless you’ve ventured in there in the first place. Julie learnt that lesson eventually, though, and in a very literal sense. It was a woman called Bridget who made it happen.
    Soon after Bridget had broken up with her previous lover, a young woman called Maria who happened to be Julie’s oldest friend, she started making a move on Julie. Maria clearly didn’t mind – her split with Bridget had been an amicable one, as Julie knew very well. The amorous interest Bridget was showing in Julie had been just fine as far as she was concerned as well. The truth was that she’d always fancied Bridget like crazy, thought the tall, charismatic blonde with the short hair, glittering blue eyes, and hourglass figure was absolutely gorgeous.
    Things developed quickly from the time Julie moved in with her. Bridget informed her early on that she was into kinky sex – whips and chains and clamps and the like – but Julie told her she wasn’t interested. She really meant it too, or thought she did. Vanilla sex with Bridget was great, like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and that was surely more than enough, she rationalised.
    Bridget’s bedroom wasn’t short of clothes space and could easily accommodate the clothing Julie had brought with her. But here was the thing: the biggest closet in that room was always kept locked. Julie asked Bridget about it once and she just said, with a sly grin, ‘Oh, that’s where I keep all the stuff you’re not interested in.’ That did spike Julie’s curiosity a little, she had to admit, but she didn’t give it much more thought. She just blanked it out. Until, that is, one fine day when Bridget was out doing some chores …
    Julie had just had a shower and had wandered back into the bedroom in the nude, feeling decidedly horny. She lay back on the bed, her head propped up by a couple of pillows, and began to masturbate. She was just starting to really enjoy herself, her fingers working away at the wetness that had begun to ooze from within her, when she noticed that Bridget’s mysterious closet wasn’t actually locked for once. Julie could tell because its door was slightly ajar. Her curiosity getting the better of her this time, she reluctantly stopped masturbating, swung herself off the bed, and padded over to the closet.
    Julie opened its door fully and her eyes widened like saucers at what met her gaze. She was shocked – not so much by what she saw inside,