David

A night of chaos, a girl I wanted, a man who held me tenderly, and the scandal that shaped how I learned to love women on my own terms.

I see him everywhere. Not the whole of him — never that. Just flashes.

David didn’t try to contain me. He didn’t shame my curiosity or shrink my wildness. He simply stayed curious—and in that safety, I discovered the kind of sex that unfolds through the soul, not just the body.