Dear Cane Classic. Intense. A sordid history. Not for everyone. I knew our day would come. You and I were fated to meet. Because I had feared you, I needed to face you. After months of dancing around you, I knew it was our time to tango, as others began to doubt my ability to handle you. That was the exact push I needed. Nobody was going to dictate what I could and couldn't do. Dragons are wild and free, and can do anythi...

It’s cold outside— the kind of cold that begs for blankets and bodies. The fire's going, but it’s the thought of skin that keeps me warm. I wear silk, satin or leather under this hoodie. Just for me. Just in case. My thighs remember being held, my lips remember being claimed— and they wait, soft and parted, like an inviting cup of hot chocolate. The nights are longer now. So I dance in the kitchen, kiss my own shoulders i...

"Darling, would you like me to shave your pussy?" Before I could even consider the proposal, the words "yes please" stumbled out of my mouth. There wasn’t time or space to feel offended or embarrassed. My thighs ached to open for him. The need to be close to him was all-encompassing. I wanted him to touch me. We had already spent the morning fucking, but this felt intimate on a different level. He dashed out for champagne...