Worn Once: The only rule was to wear it once. She’d been counting on it.

Paul finishes too fast, and he has been apologising for it for eleven years.

So at night he becomes someone else. Sonia: the anonymous voice that forty seven thousand locked,
longing men write to for permission. Sonia says out loud every single thing Paul has never dared to
want. Sonia is patient. Sonia is untouchable. Sonia is not real.

Then his own wife starts writing to her.

Vera has no idea she is confessing her marriage to the man asleep beside her. She only knows that
this stranger understands her in a way her husband never has, and that when she does what Sonia tells
her, when she takes the key and simply keeps it, everything between them gets better. She gets bolder.
She gets happier. She stops asking.

Paul should end it. He swears every night that he will end it. Every night he answers her instead,
because the alternative is going back to being the man who apologises, and because some part of him
has understood, long before he admits it, that Sonia is doing to his marriage exactly what he never
had the courage to ask for.

He is the architect of his own undoing, and he has never been happier, or slept worse.

Then a package arrives from a boutique that does not advertise, the kind that somehow finds you
instead. Inside is a dress, and a card with one line written on it.

Wear it once.

He knows he should send it back unopened. He knows it exactly the way he has known every other
thing he could not resist: one moment too late.

Some doors only open one way. By the time Paul understands what walking through this one costs
him, the price has already been paid, and the person who collected it has been waiting a very long
time to be thanked.

Worn Once is a full length literary novel of chastity, secret identity,
transformation and the kind of wanting you do not get to take back. Explicit throughout. All
characters are adults.

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