My marriage ended tragically. Since then, the only excitement in my lonely, pathetic, workaholic life is reading erotic novels. However, I now have the chance to be whoever I want to be, where no one knows my past and will never be my future.
I like to bury my pain somewhere I can anonymous and still be faithful to my deceased wife’s memory. There, I can give and receive pleasure without guilt or attachment. My mask securely attached to hide the lies of my past.
When their worlds collide, fantasies become a reality by pushing boundaries. Their anonymity offers protection from painful pasts, cunning schemes and dangerous lies. But when the masks are removed, there are no safewords to protect hearts and lives from buried truths.