I liked the idea of being submissive, I enjoyed the power exchange, but the way we had sex was the same every time. No foreplay, doggy-style, lights off. There was no variety. I always had to use my imagination to picture other things happening.” Camden’s throat bobs as he waits for me to continue. “I’d mentally change my setting, imagine him saying dirty things to me. And . . . ugh, this is so bad . . . sometimes I would even pretend there was someone else behind me.”
