I usually have a decent handle on myself but that night, I realized just how wrong I was. It started with this taken guy who had this calm, confident way about him, like he could see right through me. Before I knew it, he had me completely tied up, my body on display and utterly powerless.

I’d never done anything like that before, and it was thrilling in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I didn’t know I could be that naughty, that bold, but something about being completely at his mercy brought out this wild side of me I didn’t even know I had. He didn’t just take control—he made it all about me, like he wanted to prove how bad I could really be if I let myself go.

Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. But in that moment, with my body and mind completely surrendered, I felt anything but bad. I want to do it again and again