Mild Gone Wilde

We all know that the path to true love never runs smooth but how rough are we talking here? Let’s say I take a wee detour via Rough-sex Street? Could this alternate route possibly lead to love? Or will it get me so stranded it short-circuits my GPS?

I’m willing to risk getting a little lost. For Damien Wilde. The guy I’ve been chronically crushing on since before I had boobs. Why him? Well, to start with he’s a beautiful, broody, bad-ass (yes, triple threat of hotness) who has a sketchy reputation but has always been sweet to me. I mean, seriously, what woman with working ovaries could resist that combination? Did I mention he drives a motorcycle? Has tattoos? The perfect amount of facial hair? Abs you could grate cheese on? Check all those boxes. No wonder I’m willing to do just about anything to escape the friend-zone with this tall, dark and tortured sex-beast.

Unfortunately, he’s completely immune to my charms. Even tricking him to rebuild my car yielded zero results in ye olde romance department. After fifteen years of making a fool of myself I was about to give up when I discovered that Damien has a scary, sexy secret. You see, the object of my obsession likes his sex rough. Not 50 Shades civilized rough with rules and safe words and sex dungeons, but the down-and-dirty type of rough, the kind where you walk funny the next day but can’t stop smiling.

Now, let me explain something. The absolute last thing I want is to leave Vanilla-sex-city. It’s safe and comfy there and I know my way around, being a mild-mannered veterinarian and all. If it were up to me we’d meet somewhere in the middle, let’s say Occasional-light-bondage-berg. That’s as about as crazy as I like to get in the boudoir. But Damien is apparently the King of Kinky-town and has no interest in leaving his twisted domain. So, if I want him to really notice me then I need to be willing to show him I can take a trip to Deviant-ville on demand.

The question is: can I go from mild to wild in just one night without losing my nerve?
If it means he’ll finally really see me as more than a friend, I’ll take that express train to Kinky-town.

Who knows? For him, I may want to re-locate there. Permanently.