Jenn
As I stretch on the soft sheets, my body cries out with tender reminders of what Paul and I did last night. Not ready to face the bright sun beyond my closed eyes, I keep them shut and recall my confession before falling asleep last night.
I admitted to having secrets.
That was step one. Step two is where I'm not sure I can go. I'm not sure that I'll be able to admit what those secrets are—or were. After last night, I'm not confident I know if they're past or present.
Paul's unexpected display of dominance last night did more than give me numerous earth-shaking orgasms. It rekindled fantasies I hadn't entertained since before meeting my husband. My infatuation with submission started innocently enough. Growing up, I'd never heard of anything like it. And then when I was in coll
