I don't really read books any more. Not unless they've got pictures. And mostly everyone I know appears to be the same. Reading is more of a screen based thing than on paper.
Which is why I was intrigued to see my interest piqued recently by the publication of a book that seemed to be a rehash of a (forgive the pun) seminal study in the 1970's representing an anthology of anonymously collected women's sexual fantasies. This time the modern version has been collated by the actress Gillian Anderson, made famous for her role in the sci-fi detective series the X-Files in the 1990s.
I nearly bought it but then thought 'how would this play out with my girlfriend?'
Sometimes thoughts as dark as these need to stay buried.
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