It’s all my fault. I’m not like Ana, an innocent accidentally falling in love with a dominant man. No, not me. I’m over 50. I knew exactly who I was messing with the moment that I met him. Oh, I might have uttered “holy cow” a few times. But if there was any blush in my cheeks, it was there because he put the color just where he wanted it. I didn’t flee my sadist, as Ana fled hers in Fifty Shades of Grey. Instead, every day since I met him, I’ve put on a beautiful necklace made of rhinestones an…
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Watch your actions; they become habits.
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