I’m a woman with a thing for words . . . who found a man who likes them too. We’re still discovering many interests we share . . .

From our first meeting, one of the most obvious was an electric spark that went from skin to skin, and deep, lasting fantasies that curled into each like a paisley pattern.

I often imagine myself as his harem girl, his captive, his sexual toy . . . among other fantasy roles. And he likes to think of himself as my lord and master. Rather typical fare, perhaps . . .

Unless you are living it, in vivid, technicolor, three-dimensional, round-the-clock intensity. In which case it is far more complicated, exciting, confusing, and impassioned. Every day.

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The Pipelighter, by Jean-Leon Gerome