I’m waiting here, every nerve on fire in anticipation of the moment you come through the door and fuck me. I run my hands over the fishnets on my legs, feeling the contrast of their pattern on my skin. Black suspenders match my black stiletto boots, a black choker at my neck and nothing else. This ritual of dressing for you, displaying myself for you, turns me on so much. As I lie there I replay all of the times you’ve fu...

It was a night of pure hedonism. The taste of tequila on my tongue, the feel of latex against my skin and the sure and certain knowledge of what was to come. To walk around a sex club as a single girl is to wield a certain kind of magic. To have complete control and give it up in a perfectly equal measure. My friends are somewhere a room away, at the bar or watching the goings on open-eyed. I am not a watcher, and I am he...