I’ve always had a wild streak in the bedroom, but my husband, Craig, had more vanilla tastes. Eventually, I grew restless and told Craig in no uncertain terms that I needed to be fucked.

I didn’t want him to “make love” to me or for us to have a romantic evening. I wanted sex. Hot, hard, and dirty.

I never could have anticipated Craig’s response. He thoughtfully considered my request. Then he proposed a game that piqued my interest. He told me “Blaise,” his new alter ego, would pay me a visit later in the week.

I laughed initially, but when leather-clad Blaise bent me over the kitchen table for a spanking, I was forced to reconsider my reaction. Craig had found a way to give me what I wanted: a relationship with a great, loving guy and super-hot sex with a... Read More