It’s February 14th. I’m blindfolded, on a private jet, while my ex-boss and current boyfriend talks dirty to me, but won’t touch me. Just another day in the life. Where and when does this game end? I’m not exactly sure. When it comes to the fine art of the mindf*ck, Adrian Risinger can go all night. Following the rules was never my forte, so I’m not sure if our Valentine’s Day is going to end in a punishment or a reward. Luckily, I’m pretty sure I’m looking forward to both options equally. Game, set, and match, Mr. Risinger.
2020/08/28 22:09:39
