Camilla

'Why can't she stay here now? One weekend isn't going to put her in danger." My feet follow the tall man as he walks around my bedroom putting his shirt over his naked back.

I know what I look like, my hair is wild, my face in a tight scowl as I remain a tail on his back. It is in my DNA to be pliant, to follow the lead of a man. But this man, knows there is not a pliant bone in my body. I have shown him all of what makes me, I have given myself to him and he has accepted ...