The Obsidian Stairway:
The City of Dark Pleasures,
By Bibi Rizer
Young journalist OâMara Tanner ventures into the red light district â The City of Dark Pleasures â to report on a new sexual service that has been the subject of much gossip. But what she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in the dark days known as The Expiation.
Tully â handsome, attentive, and mysterious â is unlike any âservantâ OâMara has met in the Pleasures. And his extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined.
Author AJ Downey described The Obsidian Stairway as: ââ¦a dark and thrilling ride that left me breathless.â
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A few seconds pass while I listen to the low buzz of the tungsten lights and the higher pitched hum of what I assume is the machinery.
âSo your service, itâs some kind of machine, right?â
âMore or less. Are you ready to try it?â He lays a hand on top of mine. âYou donât need to be scared.â
âIâm not scared,â I lie. âShould I undress?â
âItâs not necessary. You can if you want to.â
I think about that for a moment. The setting is so strange and unsexy. I canât imagine how anyone would want to undress. There isnât even a bed. Are we going to have sex on the floor? And when will this machine appear?
âYou have questions?â Tully says.
âI have the feeling youâll say I have to experience it to fully understand.â
He smiles, leaning forward and reaching behind my chair. âI can explain it. But itâs true that your experience will be better if I donât. Knowing too much interferes with the effect.â When he sits back, he has several wires in his hand, each terminating in a small electrode. As he speaks in a low soothing voice, he attaches the electrodes â one to each temple, one in the center of my forehead, two somewhere in my hair, and one below each ear. âI want you to know that the safe word will work, if you need it. Do you remember it?â I nod as he attaches a final electrode on the back of my neck, just below my hairline.
âAm I having electroshock therapy?â Iâm joking. I hope Iâm joking.
Tully smiles as he clips a heart rate monitor onto my index finger. âYou wonât feel anything.â
âI wonât feel anything? Doesnât that defeat the whole point of visiting the Pleasures?â
He laughs then, rises from his stool and turns toward the workbench. âOh, youâll feel something. Just not at the point of the electrodes.â He sits on another stool, in front of a chipped cathode screen, which comes to glowing green life as he types onto a clacky keyboard. âSit back and relax. If you lean forward like that, youâre in danger of falling out of the chair.â He spins on his stool, facing me again. He has a small handheld terminal in his hands, a thick coil of wire connecting it to the equipment on the workbench. âReady?â
I lean back into the chair, resting my head on the soft cushion. âReady.â
He turns a knob on the handset. Thereâs a barely perceptible increase in the background hum as Tully stands. I watch him take one graceful step toward me, two, three and then the world goes black.
Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While sheâs been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.
Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.
In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.
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