Domination

She does as I ask. And then she says the thing that makes a tentative dom go weak in the knees.

What would it be like to cede control, to let someone else direct the action? I’m not sure it turns me on, exactly, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I have a history of making trouble. Here, I wonder if some of it is justified.

I tell her what I want; she gives it to me. Thousands of miles away.

Establishing trust with distant buddies, women I’ve never met and may never meet, can be a challenge.

A much-hyped first date, a black polka-dot minidress, and a request made over drinks.

Véronique tells you about our first date, in her own words.

Véronique picks up where she left off — the cold air, the car, the Liberty Hotel with its green neon and painted ceiling.

Véronique was kind enough to leave out some details. I’m not that kind.

She knew the day would be long. She didn’t know much else.