A part of me hated that he could read my mind, but another, much larger part, loved it. Like how he knew when to put his hands around my neck and the exact amount of strength that he should squeeze. Or when I wanted him to throw me onto the bed and tell me in no uncertain terms exactly how I was going to pleasure him. And that I was going enjoy every minute of doing so.

He was right, and it was infuriating…

I have always been into sex, and frankly, I don’t really see what the big deal is. Why should we limit our relationships to some arbitrary line in the sand that says, “This is the one person with whom I will share my body with”, and subsequently, “That one person has the only body which I am allowed to embrace.”

Fuck that, and while you’re at it, why not fuck me as well. We both know we will enjoy it…

I never intended to cheat, yet here we are. Every time we catch up I swear to myself that I will end it. Then of course we fuck, and I vow that it will be the last time. I hold out a day or even a week, but inevitably I find myself reaching for my phone and messaging her. Rinse and repeat.

She has become my mistress, and I am a slave to her every whim…

“Do you think they would go for it? I mean, I know men talk the talk, but underneath all that bravado, they really are just scared little boys playing adult,” said Alisa twirling her keys in her fingers.

Suri smiled at her from across the booth and took a sip of her gin and tonic, “We just have to make them think it was their idea. Make them be the ones to bring it up, and when they do, we just push back a little. Play jealous and let them fret over how they will convince us to do it…”

Aniyah gave a well-practiced smile and wink at the client who was appearing in the waiting room. Designed to be both welcoming, flirty, and suggestive at the same time, she had perfected the technique after hours of mirror work. She was lucky; the ability to work with mirrors in the dream space was rare, and thus she was highly prized within establishments such as this…

A long time ago, Society and Tradition got married.

Initially they lived in bliss, and humanity prospered. Great cities were erected, laws were created, money was invented, and religions were discovered.

But over time Tradition grew discontented with Society, for Society was always changing, and in turn was constantly pressuring Tradition to change as well. Tradition believed that whilst sex was necessary, it was in fact a necessary evil. One to be tolerated, but also shunned. Sex was best performed via ritual, only ever to be used for procreational purposes…