Dear Bel,
I feel ashamed writing this but you are somebody I feel I can confess to. I’m a professional woman of 50, in a stable marriage – and I can’t believe my dreams.
It’s as if I’m two people – the woman who goes off to an office looking smart and dealing competently with colleagues and problems, and the rather sleazy person with no control over what her innermost self feels and (presumably) wants.
In short, I have incredibly sexual dreams which shock me. In them I’m a creature who wants to be used and even abused, having sex with anybody. I’m
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