Well now, honey,

let me tell you a little somethin’ bein’ a 26 year old and married off young meant I never got my wild days. While other girls were out breakin’ hearts, drownin’ in pleasure, and writin’ stories on their skin, I was playin’ house, bein’ the good little wife, doin’ what a proper Southern Belle’s supposed to. But here’s the thing… I ain’t that girl anymore.

There’s a hunger in me that’s been denied for too damn long, and I need a real man to help me make up for lost time. Not some fumblin’, wide-eyed boy—I need a man with strong hands, a wicked mouth, and the kind of confidence that makes my knees weak. A man who knows exactly how to take what he wants… and give me everything I never knew I needed.

Tell me, darlin’

what’s your darkest desire? What makes your breath hitch, your hands shake, your body burn up with need? Whisper it in my ear, and I’ll whisper mine right back. I wanna feel your lips brush against my neck, your hands gripping tight, showin’ me just how much I’ve been missin’. I wanna be your sweetest sin, your filthiest little secret—the one you just can’t quit no matter how hard you try. Every touch, every kiss, every heated glance—it all matters, sugar. I wanna lose myself in it, lose myself in you. There’s no going back now, sugar; this is the moment I let go.

I’ve spent too long bein’ good. Too long keepin’ my legs crossed, my lips sealed, my body achin’ for somethin’ more. It’s time for me to be bad. Real bad. And I think you’re just the man to teach me how.

So, what do you say, handsome? Gonna help a Southern Belle lose her halo and find her wild side?