Most people who know me think I’m a sweet, polite and quiet girl.
Well grounded, bright and hard working. A girl who occasionally overindulges with booze and loves to dance.
A girl who never likes to say the wrong thing, always amiable and agreeable. Always with a smile on her face, regardless of how she’s feeling. Always ready for a laugh and a good time.
This is all true. Apart from one detail.
Sexually, I can be a savage.
I can be insatiable, desperate, needy and nothing can sate me. I can crave it all day and all night long so that it takes over me like an uncontrollable animal.
Thoughts penetrate my mind at the most inappropriate times. During a work call. Out with friends. Out shopping. So much so, I feel like the sexiness oozing out of me is completely obvious to all around me.
There isn’t enough time or space in my world to indulge in all of these desires. My imagination frees itself by other means. I write stories, I take pictures and I dance.
I bet you’re wondering if there is a special someone who has witnessed first hand my imagination in action?