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I foolishly deleted my text here, and will write another intro as-and-when.
email: s i m o n l o w r i e 1 (the digit 'one' ) @ g m a i l . c o m
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 About Marianne! ~ a Journey Round a Golden Sun "A wonderful, breathtaking read with entrancing characters and "Simon Lowrie is the Jane Austen for the bdsm set. 
 About Journey Round a Darker Sun "Intimate inspections, revealing postures, rituals of apology and correction, all the elements of formal dominance and submission are present, but none of the clichés. A masterpiece of erotic dominance. Julian Robinson ~ Clean Sheets "A lovely spiral into the depths of submission. Better even than Story of O." The Editor ~ Erotica Readers Association 
I started doing a sequel to Marianne! but stopped ages ago, partly because Marianne was a total flop, and even more because of other things. It was going to be a ménage à quatre story, sort-of. Here's an extract I liked and was rather proud of: “No, we’re eating out tonight, Sophie. Marianne – leave off now. Both of you – get tarted up. You’ve got half an hour or woe betide you.” But no pigs flew, and thirty minutes came and went. I went upstairs to join them in our room, where my contribution to the glamour consisted of putting a fresh shirt and tie on, followed by a suit. From start to finish, I was only several hundred seconds older. Somehow it doesn’t work like that for girls. Perhaps I’m the first person ever to notice this, but quite possibly I’m not. What to do? Well, what else except to lie contented on the common bed you share, as girls make their unfathomable progress from crysalis to butterflies, the alchemy of dresses, brushes, extraordinary processes with clips and zips and eyelashes, undeciding firm decisions and then deciding them again, talking, joking, choosing, moaning, losing things then finding them, wandering from the bathroom to the bedroom and then back again for no reason known to man, yet ending up quite dazzling from a baseline start of just their panties. I shook my head, not for the first time either, wondering how the hell there are still people in the world who think there's no such thing as magic.  
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