I am holding my words in my hands. "Story Time," the page reads, "Inara Serene." Those are my words, printed, laid out on a page, and neatly justified. My thoughts, my fantasies, my experiences—they're set in ink now, and something about that is far too exciting and surreal to fully process. I never thought I'd see something I wrote with that special book formatting. You know, with the first letter of the chapter set in extra-large, bolded font.
I'm just going to take a moment to quietly celebrate how incredible it is that my story will (hopefully) turn on other people, and maybe even strike a chord of recognition in them. I get to share my kinks with anyone who happens to pick up this book, and that, to me, is a small miracle.
PS-if you're curious, the book in question is The Big Book of Submission, and it has 68 other short stories of kinky goodness.
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| My story in The Big Book of Submission |
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