I didn’t quite know what I liked, but I knew there was something… well, a little untraditional about me sexually.

Odd things seemed to excite me. Or “odd” things. Turns out there wasn’t anything weird about me. I was right just as I was. And Brianna would’ve laughed her ass off if I’d said “untraditional” in her presence.

“Sexual traditions exist to make unadventurous people feel smug and cozy. God, they bore me!” It was something Brianna said. She seemed to have a whole book full of proud, sassy sayings like that.

She was the one who took me in hand, who let me open up and then helped me explore the landscapes of kink. She wanted me to find what was right for me. It was a thoughtful process. She really cared for me, and I, of course, was... Read More