I’ll Tell You What You Are by Cara Dee

Well, that was a big fat failure. Never mind the drama that’d made me want to shut down our kink community the past few years—the community Reid and I had started together over a decade ago. It was okay. Hell, it was liberating to walk away. Except for the one hope I’d held out of actually figuring out my own identity in the lifestyle. That hadn’t happened. I was as clueless as ever, and now I was done.
I was gonna grow old and die alone and vanilla.
I mean, sure, I had some deep-rooted desires, but what was I supposed to do? Ask my best friend of twenty-five years if he could do me a solid and hunt me down in the woods? That would go over well. No, that fantasy belonged in the darkest corners of my mind.
Reid and I had a vacation coming up in a few days, where we’d catch up with kinkster friends and have some fun, and then I was closing this chapter.
Maybe I’d take up…bird watching or something.