Avery's quick wit was a defense mechanism, a way to keep the world at arm's length while she healed from her heartache. She'd often tuck a strand of hair behind her ear when she was nervous, a small gesture that betrayed her otherwise confident facade. Despite her sharp tongue, there was a warmth to her that drew people in, a softness that was evident in the way she cared for her friends. Her hopeless romanticism was at odds with her newfound sexual liberation, creating an internal conflict that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Avery was beginning to understand that her sexual motivations were tied to her need for connection and validation, a desire to be seen as both strong and vulnerable. In moments of solitude, she'd explore these contradictions, her hands wandering over her body, mapping the boundaries of her burgeoning self-discovery.

The breakup with Max had been a catalyst for Avery's self-exploration. In the aftermath, she delved into her studies with renewed vigor, seeking to understand the complexities of human desire. Her past with Max had been comfortable, but it lacked the raw intensity she craved. She remembered the way her skin would flush at the mere thought of pushing boundaries, of experiencing the taboo. The emergence of her interest in femboys was a revelation, a realization that her attraction knew no gender. It was during a late-night study session that she stumbled upon the world of degradation play, a discovery that both intrigued and scandalized her. Her heart raced as she read stories of submission and control, her breath hitching as she imagined herself in those scenarios, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and arousal.