This has always been something of a fantasy of mine. But maybe not for the reasons you think.
It’s not the decadence or the luxury, although I’m certainly accustomed to both. And it’s not the glamour, despite the fact I’ve always found that the better you dress, the worse you can behave. No. It’s something else entirely. It’s because in my fantasies, I was always that rare, beautiful thing: A woman that never had to compromise. A woman of rich appetites.
And what of your fantasies?
Remember that girlfriend you had when you were eighteen? The one who caught your attention with her smile and sumptuous curves but kept it with her warmth and quick wit. The one who made you feel like anything and everything was possible? The one who terrified you because having her meant the possibility of losing her?
Whether she was really yours or you just wished she was, here she is before you now.
Intrigued? Remember everything in the world begins with a yes.