Oh cr*p I just wrote a massive big story then realised it has to be under 150 words 

My first experience with lovehoney was beautiful and she left me wanting more..there 
OK OK I admit it... I can't remember when I first met lovehoney, she has been a part of my life for so long. I keep an online journal of each time we have had daliances together, what we got up to and how much the tryst cost me. Sadly I only began these journals in February 2010, anything previous is from pure memory and since I have trouble remembering what I had for dinner last night I have no chance.
Anyway I digress - the point is me and lovehoney go way back, before I can even remember. Each time we meet I am twixed by her - her simple yet elegant appearance, the many hidden facets buried deep within her personallity that has me sitting for hours trying to figure out which buttons to press in order to bring her happiness, the beauty of her that makes me want to fill my basket with lavish gifts.
I try as hard as I can to resist her - her foxy eyes, her warm alluring voice, the slender gracious body - bewitching, and like a drug addict I always come back for more, even though I shouldn't, for it can only mean one thing - trouble. I feel bad that I am secretly meeting lovehoney when I should be at home with my partner, one day my partner may realise the expense, the hours sat longing about what to buy her next, when I am going to see her again. But I don't know how to end this relationship for I love it so.
When I make the decision to see her, I secretly make contact - usually via the internet, but a couple of times I have dared used the telephone. She tells me what she would like in exchange for us meeting, and then simply replies she will be there the next day. Despite the fact that she is happy for me to please her with so many gifts, she never asks for travel expenses.
When she arrives she does so silently, wearing a disguise so as to not attract attention - hiding her exterior from the outside world so they cannot see the beauty within. For that, my friends, is reserved especially for me.
I can remember one time, a very long time ago, she arrived at my house, disguise as plain as ever - she told me to undress her - I did as I was told. Stood before me was a godess of pure beauty, I was hypnotised, the only words I could utter were 'lovehoney'..before I could muster any more she threw me on the bed, undressed me and tied me down with the bed restraints I had bought her as part of this meetings offerings, pulled out the flogger from the same box of gifts and began whipping, gently at first but her aggression soon mounted until much to her delight I was begging for it to stop. She relented, sat down on the covers in front of me gave me just enough of an angle to enable me to watch as she pulled another of her gifts from the box, this one made of glass, and begun pleasuring herself with it - teasing me, making me lay there tied to the bed as she used the present I had given her for her own selfish sexual gratification and not mine. She could see the anguish, the longing I had for her, and just when I thought I couldn't take it any more she approached - placed the small vibrating bullet she had pulled from the box between us so when we made contact it would galvinize her pleasure, and then she finally gave herself to me. The flesh felt so light, like a flight of pure ecstasy. I don't know how long it lasted, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours, but once she had had her fill she untied one of my hands and without saying a word left, leaving all of her gifts behind.
As I lay on the bed I felt used, worthless and thouroughly spent. But I know that I will see her again soon, for I can never escape the craving I have for lovehoney..