One day I was talking to an old friend and lover, and in conversation he mentioned how, since we'd been apart, he'd gotten "more into doing the submissive thing."

That raised my eyebrow. "Um, sweetie, I don't know what you've been up to lately, but I'd have said you were pretty into the submissive thing back when we were fucking."

Oh, that wasn't really submissive. That was just being a little kinky."

I stared at him. "Let me refresh your memory—I dressed you up in my lingerie, fucked you up the ass with a strap-on, and pissed all over you on the kitchen floor. Plus you kissed my feet a lot. You don't call that being submissive?" (Read full article here)