“How is it,” He asked, as I trailed my fingers over the silk scarf’s smooth surface, “that you once wore eighteen piercings as a badge of...

Am I a soft Dom? The question lingered, curling seductively through my mind. I can be intense, certainly, but not the kind of intensity...

Sitting at the coffee shop, watching my crimson nails gleam as I tapped them lightly against my teacup, I reflected on my now fifth date...