Hate is the only thing I feel for myself… Kimber Aldridge I’ve never regretted using an alias at the club. Working here, sharing the most intimate and pleading parts of myself with people who pass me by, requires a wall. I’ve burned most bridges with people who might want to be friends with the enemy, so when I needed help the last people I thought I could depend on were members of the club. My shame is buried behind the choices I made, all the bad decisions, and putting on a fake persona is the only way I know how to get by. So letting someone have control of me when I sleep? If I let them bring me pleasure when there are no walls, maybe it’ll help make me feel whole again. Rich Jansen As the official supplier for Sins & Secrets, I’ve never actually applied for a membership to the club. I come in as needed, stocking the store with basics and exclusive merchandise, make friends with the members, and travel onward to the next shop before beginning the cycle again each month. One club isn’t enough to appeal to me when I know of many, so why is one girl enough to pique my interest? Kimber has her problems within the club, and even when we’re close, I can tell her walls are up for a reason. I don’t need to break them down, I need to blow them up. A dark somnophilia, who hurt you, club romance.