Lately, I've been writing a completely different character—a woman who's in control, knows what she wants, and takes it without hesitation. It's making me examine my own 'wanting to be used' fantasies. In the shower today, it hit me: What if I were the one in charge? What if I were the one pinning a man against the wall, watching him shudder with my fingers inside him, deciding when he gets to come? That thought made me so wet. Maybe deep down, it's not just the little slut who wants to be filled; there's also a bitch who wants to watch others lose control for her. Might be time for a different kind of protagonist in the next book.