“He fell on to my hand” - but the impact of my face hitting the floor, blackening my eye and breaking my nose, led to a night in a cell and her having to look after me.
Forced into a business trip by her demanding client, an unassuming accountant finds herself ensnared in a meticulously orchestrated game of desire. What begins as Bill's tyrannical demands quickly reveals itself as a secret, long-simmering fantasy shared between them. Through escalating messages and encounters, she surrenders her body and will to "Sir," embracing a raw, unapologetic lust. From a hotel room to a rain-lashed rooftop, their forbidden passion explodes, blurring lines of control and
A Southern Satanist womanizer is the last person one would expect to get his heart crushed by his wife of nine years and learn that his daughter is another man's, but he finds a way to get what he wants out of life, anyway. The key is not to be stupid.