Nine and a Half Weeks Author:Elizabeth McNeill The classic erotic memoir of an intense and haunting relationship that spawned the film. — This is a love story so unusual, so passionate, and so extreme in its psychology and sexuality that it takes the readerís breath away. Unlike The Story of O, Nine and a Half Weeks is not a novel or fantasy; it is a true account of an episode in the life of ... more »a real woman.
Elizabeth McNeill was an executive for a large corporation when she began an affair with a man she met casually. From the beginning, their sexual excitement escalates through domination and humiliation. As the affair progresses, woman and man play out ever more dangerous and more elaborate sado-masochistic variations. By the end, she has relinquished all control over her body and mind.
With a cool detachment that makes the experiences and sensations she describes all the more frightening in their intensity, Elizabeth McNeill beautifully unfolds her story and invites you to experience the mesmerizing, electrifying, and unforgettablly private world of Nine and a Half Weeks.
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 picked my scarf up off the floor where I had dropped it while getting undressed, smiled, and said. "Would you let me blindfolded you?" No one had blindfolded me in bed before and I liked it. I liked him even better than the firs night and later couldn't stop smiling while brushing my teeth: I had found an extraordinary 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 n love. The fourth time when I was aroused enough to be fairly oblivious, he used the same scarf to tie my wrists together. That morning, he sent thirteen roses to my office. Book Club Edition« less