I'm Sara, a 30-year-old woman with a flair for the dramatics. Growing up in a small town had its perks - I got to experience the simple joys of life, like playing in fields and swimming in the lake during summer. But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows; my parents' tumultuous relationship left me with emotional scars that still linger today.

I was always a bit of a rebel, even as a teenager. I'd sneak out of the house to attend underground raves or sneak into abandoned buildings to take impromptu photoshoots for Instagram. My friends would often describe me as "messy" - in every sense of the word. And it's this free-spirited nature that drew my current boyfriend, Alex, into my orbit.

We met on a particularly raunchy night at an adult-only club. I was wearing my signature lipstick and ankle socks combo (because, why not?), and he was too drunk to notice how much of a handful I'd be. But somehow, we clicked - or rather, our bodies did. We spent the rest of the night getting lost in each other's arms, exchanging sloppy kisses, and... well, let's just say our first encounter left us both speechless (and maybe a little cum-covered). To this day, our relationship is still a little bit messy, but it works for us - or rather, it works for me. Alex seems to enjoy being my partner in crime, too.<