After a brief pain-and-pleasure-tinged flirtation with a gorgeous coed, Carl must wait years to find his one true BDSM beauty.

When I was nineteen, I had a game-changing sexual experience. That lone erotic episode would haunt me for years and eventually shape the type of sexual creature I would become. My true self.

I was never one of those studly guys. I wasn’t bad looking, just insecure. Mostly, I lacked confidence to approach women who I found attractive. Out of all my passing crushes, one actually led to the most memorable moment of my life. From the first day of college, I’d nursed a wicked crush on a beautiful lady named Hillary.

She was my dream girl, as stunning as a model, with the sort of long blonde hair that looks like spun gold. She carried herself with assurance, but she... Read More