Nine and A Half Weeks Author:Elizabeth McNeill The first time we were in bed together he held my hands pinned down above my head. I liked it. I liked him. He was moody in a way that struck me as romantic; he was funny, bright, interesting to talk to; and he gave me pleasure. — The second time he picke dmy scarf up off the floor where I had dropped it while getting undressed, smiled, and sa... more »id, "Would you let me blindfold you?" No one had blindfolded me in bed before and I liked it. I liked him even better than the first night and later couldn't stop smiling while burshing my teeth: I had found an extraordinarily skillful lover.
The third time he repeatedly brought me within a hairsbreadth of coming. When I was beside myself yet again and he stopped once more, I heard my voice, disembodied above the bed, pleading with him to continue. He obliged. I was beginning to fall in love.
The fourth time, when I was aroused enough to be fairly oblivious, he used the same scarf to tie my wrists togheter. That morning, he had sent thirteen roses to my office.« less
Regardless of rather or not you like this book, it still withstands that this book will affect you. To do so, in so few pages in truly a testament of the writer.
Personally, I both loved and disliked this book. I loved it in it's blatant honesty and disliked it for the fact that it left me unnerved but then again that's another thing I liked about it, for what better reason to read than to expand our thoughts and conceptions.