I’ll let you in on a little secret: My stories are not 100% accurate.
Sometimes I forget things. Out of the first couple nights spent with my latest fucktoy, I forgot some incredibly fun moments. There was slowly dragging a wooden spoon over her butt, then spanking her until her entire ass had the cutest red glow. There was the moment where she hid the spoon under the covers, only to find out I packed two wooden spoons. There was the moment she hid that spoon, too.
And my personal favorite, when she was tied up and completely helpless, was me sitting just out of her reach and watching her struggle as I sketched her. I’m pretty proud of that work of art, too.
Sometimes I intentionally fudge details to hide the identity of the women I’m playing with. Other times, I edit down the sex amount, just to keep it in the believable realm, or to cut down on the repetition of the number of times I made her legs shake uncontrollably from cumming too hard.
I’m a sadist, and when I find that moment where I can completely control another person’s body, I don’t stop.