I’m the Queen of Smut. For years, I’ve read every story I can get my hands on, and in each one, I imagine myself as the main character, so everything they do, I do. Everything that is done to them, is done to me. So in my mind, I’ve experienced every single smutty act.

But It’s all in my imagination. In real life, I’m a nerdy curvy girl with a big fat V-card hanging around my neck.

Lately, I’ve been picturing Derrick, my mother’s boyfriend, as the who I’m doing it to, and who is doing it to me. One morning. I spot a folder on his computer with a name I recognize. When he runs upstairs I have to investigate. I mean I just have to!

What I find there is shocking! And exciting. Is Derrick my new favorite writer? Is he writing about me?