I know a man who you can learn a thing or two from.
A master of the art of ******* and manipulation.
Someone who can make me lose complete control,
stomp on self-respect and smother all dignity.
A man who makes me want to offer him ***, along
with the rest of me and the best of me, on a platter.
One who makes me shudder with frenzy, by
merely existing. By texting. By a text. Once a fortnight.
Whilst you're the lead in a best selling fiction,
he is the only player in my fantasy. Coincidence?

*"Christian, meet Samuel."