Her Bed, Her Hell, Her Heaven

The pages I swore I’d hide, maybe even burn, because no one was ever supposed to see how far lust can take me.

I was a wife once. I was a mother. I was quiet, proper, the kind of woman people looked at but never really saw. Until the marriage ended, and the hunger I’d been burying for years finally clawed its way out.

Now I write down the nights I can’t sleep, the shame that mixes with desire, and the raw, unedited truth of my own transformation. This is my heaven. This is my hell. This is me.