Submission

A portrait of the Secretary — tiny, shocking, whorish, and perfectly submissive.

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.

There’s generous, open, compliant submission. There’s freely given, but somewhat reluctant, submission. And then there are bratty subs.

When all you can do is feel, everything I do becomes a surprise.

A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.

She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny — and she wanted a leash around her neck.

I didn’t know she was famous until I saw her picture in the newspaper.

I hadn’t seen the movie, but I placed an ad James Spader might have written — in the “Erotic Services” section of CraigsList.

Strip blackjack in an hourly hotel. The house always wins.

Every woman I’ve been with is special. But some are more special than others.