The richness of fantasy might even encourage you abandon your battery-operated friend in order to orchestrate a brand new real life experience with your loved one. I find myself persuaded to purchase a pair of white pants and a thick tipped biro – not sure? Try searching out “Sign Your Name” by Saskia Walker in K is for Kinky and you might find yourself doing the same.

Sometimes it goes too far, but that is not meant as a criticism at all. I mean, “Sit And Spin” by N.T. Morley just ain’t ever gonna happen. And it seems fantasy women don’t need lube, sometimes they get so wet they need tampons. Damn, maybe I’m just jealous. But that’s part of the whole delightful nature of fantasy, outlandish orgasms without judgement, embarrassment or police involvement. But with that in mind, I feel obliged to offer a warning; Sir James Dewar said that "Minds are like parachutes, they only function when they are open". If your chute is tangled up with ropes of repression, I recommend that you don’t jump into this erotica; you may not enjoy the feelings they unleash.

Thus far there is a little book for each of the letters A-L. I had the personal, private pleasure of reviewing I-J. Moreover, I have had delicious bedtime conversations about which subjects I’d like to see covered for the rest of the alphabet. I must confess that I haven’t read L is for Leather yet, I was saving it. On the strength of the other books I feel reassured that it will make wonderful bedtime reading, cocoa or not.