That’s how I look back on this time in my life. In my
sexual prime, a widow escaping the mundane, seeking the
darker art of romance. Romance? Ha! It was an obsession, a
compulsion to discover the sensual being hidden for so many
years.
I was a fool.
I ran rampant with the fever of sexual discovery, from
submission to Dominance, edge play to slavery, I was
willing to try it all. I would seek out willing
participants in debauchery from online sex sites to chat
forums. It didn’t matter. It was safe to play online, to
meet in groups of likeminded people intent on pleasure.
Or so I thought.
When drugs and alcohol make the mind blurry and the hands
unsteady, someone could get hurt. When the highs of
pleasure can go no higher, when slavery and edge play take
on dangerous thrills for the Dominant and frightening
scenarios for the submissive, it is time to safe word out.
So, I did.
But no one listened.
Now I must live with the consequences. I must decide to run
away or face the challenge before me. I must discern the
truth from the Lustful Lies.
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