An erotic exploration of the prison of marriage. I can’t help it that married men fall at my feet.

Like a vampire thirsting for blood, I cannot help the urges that take me over when I least expect it.

We are every man’s kryptonite, the Women who have the sexual confidence to pursue you despite your relationship status.

The idea of spending December in city centres at Christmas markets sounds like my personal version of Hell; so let's do legit anything else!