‘I’m sure I haven’t met the right person yet – and I’m not exactly brimming with sexual experience – but it frustrates me that I always have to “help” myself to get an orgasm. I’d like to think that it’s because my past lovers were just incapable of getting me off, but I know part of it also lies in the fact that it’s hard for me to open up. What I want is someone who could slowly take me out of that shell… and I imagine that it would be someone like Jacob. One of the things that drew me to him was his teasing nature, so I could imagine Jacob teasing me “just right.” He’d say things that would make me feel flustered, things about me that I couldn’t even bear to admit to myself.

‘I’d feel angry at first because it feels like he’s invading my privacy, but he’s only doing it because he wants me to understand that he accepts everything about me – insecurities, preferences, desires… everything – and the only thing he wants is for me to open up to him.

‘When he’s hovering over me, fingering or even fucking me, he’d keep his gaze on my face. I don’t like the feeling of being watched so closely, so I try to turn my face away or hide it with my hands, but he’d stop me. He’d sound so gentle, encouraging me to be open to him, revelling in the view when I come because he loves seeing a side of me I’ve never shown anyone.

‘And when I’ve finally become comfortable letting myself go, he’d encourage me to tell him all the wildest, most depraved fantasies I have and he’d return the favour and tell me his, too. We’d have long talks about it, and he’d be especially curious to know why I love certain fantasies. He may not share them, but that’s the beauty of it – we accept each other’s quirks without judgment.’