I’m a writer.
I have an overactive imagination and what you might politely call a “rich fantasy life.” (Apologies to Tom Smith.)
I met a man, once, and he asked me what I liked — what I was into. I kid you not, no one had ever asked me that before. It was a revelation.
I told him that it was dangerous to ask a woman what she wants. It might give her all sorts of ‘ideas.’ Thankfully he persevered, and I obeyed. I told him.
I told him everything. He was my first witness to my inner debauchery.
I’m a eager little submissive, an edging and denial enthusiast, an angel investor romantic, and a hopelessly shy exhibitionist.
I love being in love.
And it did give me ideas. Those ideas are contained herein.