I became an assistant to a renowned female writer, dreaming of becoming an author myself. As my life as an assistant began, so did my life as a licking dog. She would reach orgasm, and when ideas for her work came to her, I would be sent home day after day. Sometimes she would start masturbating with the ashes of someone unknown, or when I thought we were about to have sex, it would end before ejaculation. I couldn't understand it. "Why do you turn away from things you don't understand?" she would say coldly. Yet, I found myself drawn to her mysterious side. What a sinful woman she is.