My earliest sexy memory is of discovering one of my father’s paperbacks that opened with a scene of a woman being tied to her bed by a detective – recreating the woman’s rape so he could photograph it “for evidence”.  It made me SO wet – and I wasn’t really even sure how sex worked yet.

Later on, I would tie myself up when my parents weren’t home, rubbing my crotch on the bed until I came.  It wasn’t until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real.  And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what I imagine.  So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies.  Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com.  And now, here, for you.