BDSM

Véronique tells her side of the story. The differences are as fun as the similarities.

Véronique tells her side of our second evening together.

Rocky Horror, construction workers, a blindfold, rope cuffs, and a very polite request.

Pack a bag, but we’re not going anywhere. I just want to watch you model every last thing in it — and render every pair of panties unwearable.

Words, cock, hands, tongue, imagination, demands — these are what I trade in. Give me your compliance, your arousal, your sounds, your images, and I promise: I will only ask for more.

Here’s what I want. It’s simple, really.

Given my druthers, I’d simply lie back and be ministered to. This makes me a boring sexual partner, but at least I’m self-aware about it.

She won’t commit, but she won’t stop sending pictures either. We both know how this ends.

Jen and I plan a date, and she submits to my requests — enthusiastically, if not immediately.

If E.L. James was your gateway drug, let me be your heroin.