It took just 15 minutes... No more, no less. 15 minutes and I had taken the step from which I would not look back:
It began far earlier though, as all stories do. I had always been the most innocent of good girls. Wholesome and protected for much of my life. That was unlikely to change in the autumn of 2021. Until then, my favourite word was no! I, Kelly Collins, was a feminist, a prude, naive. Frankly, I was a bit of a bitch, and anyway; who had even heard of a kink psychologist 🤷🏻♀️.
My upbringing was a good one but sheltered and for good reason. My parents were (and are) amazing. Very safe and protective of me in all ways. Their love was absolute, yet circumstances had been challenging. By age six I had become quite unwell, to the extent that I would become wheelchair-bound for seven years. The pain in my bones was awful. I spent many times on steroids and medication. Trips to the physio were torturous and, at the worst of times. There were times when I feared I may not see my adult years. Fortunately for me, the worst passed, and whilst there will always be difficult periods. I not only made it into adulthood but am here at age 40.
So. Why am I telling you this? What the heck am I doing here on an erotic literature website? I think it's important to understand where I've come from to understand what a leap I have taken and continue to take.
I was a very naive, sheltered 21-year-old who sang in the chapel choir when I first met Wyn. I had had previous boyfriends and had my heart broken. I was struggling to overcome a past trauma. These experiences affected my trust and relationship with others, particularly men. I was in a dark place.
Wyn was different. He listened, really heard me. And as it turned out was a horny kinky bugger with plans for me far beyond my imagination at that time. What was supposed to be a final term, end of uni fling became very intense and two months later, we were engaged on our graduation day. We have now been together for 19 years.
