Fuck, why did those words turn me on? Why did I need this edge of the forbidden to feel truly alive? The only man who had ever understood that side of me was Jardel, who found little ways of sparking this side of me. Sometimes it was just stimulating me on the way to dinner or gifting me toys that he could control when we were in public. Making love by our window with the drapes open, watching porn together, or going to strip clubs and ending up fucking in the parking lot because we were both so turned on, we couldn't wait until we arrived home.
