‘Like always, I keep thinking about being with Arno. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, but I’d love to have a turn with him. I can’t decide how I’d want him: I love the idea of a gentle Arno, slowly spreading me out and taking his time, with sweet kisses and endearments. He’d take care of me so well, I think. On the other hand, the idea of a rougher Arno, pinning me down and taking what he wants instead of his time, endearments still there but rougher, mixed in with comments about how good I am or how I’ve made him feel. I’d be helpless and just melt into it, happy for a night or more to be his. I mean, either way I’d like to have him, the night would end with him holding me close as I drift off to sleep warm and happy, so it’d have to be a win-win!’