Kingdom

by W.S. Greer

The men written on the pages of these books are like gods with perfect bodies and dominant traits to go along with passion, sincerity, and kind-heartedness. Or, if you like your men a little villainous, you can watch them burn the world down while going out of their way to protect the woman in their life. They're perfect. If real men were anything like my book boyfriends, the divorce rate in America would plummet, because straight relationships would actually last as long as gay and lesbian ones do.

The book boyfriends know exactly how to treat a woman, how to touch a woman, and how to fuck a woman. This isn’t wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. Book boyfriends know how to use their hands, and they know that a sex toy isn’t their enemy but their best friend—their tag team partner.

The dark thing caged within me wants sex with a man who isn’t afraid to slap his woman because he knows she likes it. It wants to see how much a riding crop really stings, and it yearns for the pain. It’s curious about floggers, and how much they really hurt. Can it draw blood? I don't want to bleed, but the darkness … I want to bleed. Bind me. Slap me. Torture me. Whip me. Fuck me.