The best person to write for is yourself – and what better place to start than in a journal.

I really like clever men who challenge you.

His hands fist in my hair as he pulls my face up to his, and his mouth is on mine, a passionate desperation in his kiss. I don’t know why this takes me by surprise, but it does. I taste his relief, his longing, and his residual anger while his tongue possesses my mouth. He stops, gazing down at me, resting his weight against me so I can’t move. He leaves me breathless, clinging to him for support, staring up into that beautiful face etched with determination and without any trace of humor.

Just remember that men are from a different planet, and you’ll be fine.

I know deep down I will always be his, and he will always be mine. We’ve come so far together, we have so far to go, but we are made for each other. We are meant to be.

I’ve never felt the way I felt when you left, Anastasia. I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again.

Like Eve, you’re so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge.

We move in the light. We slow in the shadows. We stop in the dark.

I’m intoxicated with this man, my man, my Fifty Shades.

I like the control it gives me, Anastasia. I want you to behave in a particular way, and if you don’t, I shall punish you, and you will learn to behave the way I desire. I enjoy punishing you. I’ve wanted to spank you since you asked me if I was gay.