Preface

I have been curious about a lot of things, since I was young. I have been curious to experience, curious about anything that appeals to the senses. My eyes opened earlier than other women my age, but I did not realize back then on how much power that knowledge holds.

Twenty-something years later, I wake to the knowledge that power holds. I wake to the power of my existence, my wit, my knowledge, my appeal and the pleasure I can provide. The possibilities are endless — things I want to try, to the people I want to experience, to the places I want to go — however, this humanly dimension, dictated by morals and norms, will not allow the possibilities to happen. What this mind holds needs an escape to roam, to happen.

The appeal of something hidden, a secret, is intoxicating. Having the power of knowledge, not available to everyone, gives this mind a quick high, a surge of pleasurable hormones, if you may. The appeal of exploring it with strangers, people with no judgment, sets this mind ablaze.

The appeal of you, now knowing what is to come — makes me feel powerful.