I understand.

Want to know the secret?

Pay attention to the person. See them for who they really are – not just the surface, the clothes, the smile, and the pleasantries of small talk; see past their civilized veneer and social masks; see the insecurities and the human frailty. See and accept. Listen to what they have to say. Notice the details. Understand their desires and fears. If you can do all of this, they are yours.

It is that simple.

I understand that when you bite the inside of my thigh, you are telling me where you want my teeth.

I understand the effect whispered words can have while you are being held utterly still.

I understand that crossing lines is dangerous because it is addicting; being bad feels good; being very bad feels even better.

I understand the hunger for anonymity; a stranger’??s seductive voice telling you what to do.

I understand the cutting edge stark reality can bring, driving feelings both harder and deeper as more is revealed.

I understand where the true danger lies, in the addiction of hunger – in the moments of indecision that lead to places you hadn’t realized you wanted so badly to experience.

I understand that some scenes need weeks or months to build to, while others have to be satisfied after a few frenzied verbal or written meetings.

I understand that sexual boundaries can be driven and enjoyed in e-mail and on the phone, but nothing beats real fingers wrapped around your wrists while being kissed until you a??re breathless.

I understand what you need and am not afraid to use it against you.