I love pain, you see, and that's a fact I'm afraid I can't shy away from any longer.

Nor do I feel bad about it.

Nor do I dread it.

Not in my head, anyway.

No.

I have this thing about sexual stimulation, and when I want to get it, there's nothing that will keep me from it.

The truth is, I love it when a man ties me up and does to me.

It gets me crazy, if you know what I mean.

And I'm sure you do.

I wasn't always like this.

Well, let me correct that.

I was probably like this from the day I was born, only I didn't know it.

There were signs early on that something wasn't right with my love life.

I can clearly remember going out with guys and somehow not quite being able to get it off…

I mean, they always had a ball, because I could fuck all night.

I spread my legs for one and all, looking for the man with the magic cock, the man who could bring me over the brink and make me come.

But no go.

I'm one of the lucky ones… one of those real good-looking Chicago city babes.

I mean, I'm tall, blonde, shapely and with a smile that could dazzle a toothpaste manufacturer.

So men come on to me all the time. They want to fuck me, and will kiss my ass for the privilege.

Which is the whole problem!

I don't like men who kiss my ass! I want men who will make me kiss theirs! Literally!

I want men who will show me the way to my knees, and who, if I'm bad, won't hesitate to discipline me for my indiscretions.

Is that asking too much?

I don't think so…

I really don't…

I need that kind of loving…

I guess you could say I'm that cosmic pain girl!