In real life, women who act like the wanton sex pets we find in many sex stories would send up all kinds of red flags. There's probably a bit of a screw loose, to be honest, and I think we all know that.
That was my goal in my first ever completed story, "The Resurrection of Crazy Jane." What if the sex kitten character was actually kinda messed up in the head?
This approach was entirely experimental, and I'm not too surprised that the ratings have been incredibly low (I posted it on LitErotica too... it got the same reception). But hopefully you'll ignore that and give it a read. I hope you like, and whether you do or not, I welcome your feedback.