Bettie means the world to me. She did something for me when we were young that literally saved my life, and then she continued to be there for me when I had nobody else to count on. We’ve been through everything together—sisters in every way that matters.

We’d do anything for each other. Give anything to each other. Share everything.

And that’s where things get complicated—because that includes my boys.

Now, I share them freely. I’ve literally met a woman on the street, and by the next week, she was riding their faces. But here’s the thing—I keep it safe. Always tested, always controlled. They can take pain, they can take a lot, but I draw the line at senseless sadism, permanent damage, or anything that crosses the boundary of responsible dominance.

And I love Bettie—but she sees men as disposable.

I bring her up because she’s visiting next week – all week. It’s going to be… interesting. More thoughts on this to come. 😏