Two years ago I landed in New york City. A California girl, I was raised in the Bay Area where my street smarts extended to making sure there was change in my pocket for panhandlers and asking the cashier at the supermarket how their day was going. So when my nanny job relocated me to New york on a week’s notice, I found myself, at age 24, navigating the unknown street blocks of the Upper West Side. more

“DO YOU WANT to see my work?” “Yeah!” I sounded way too hyper. It had been two years since I first met Sylvain and began having spread-eagle fantasies about him. It was the summer of 2005 and I was 20 years old, a virgin from California passing the summer in Paris after a year abroad in Bordeaux. more