I'm sorry that you were sexually assaulted — that's awful, PTSD, and I hope you went to the police and I hope you're pressing charges. But I also hope you know that being the victim of sexual assault is not a Get Out of Being a Human Being Free card.

Just because you've been victimized doesn't mean you operate in an alternate moral universe where you're not obligated to take other people's feelings into consideration — particularly the feelings of people you profess to love and happen to be married to. Your first priority in the wake of your assault had to be your own physical and emotional safety, of course, but your behavior toward your husband is both cruel and selfish.

If you truly loved your husband and valued your marriage, PTSD, you would've put the boyfriend on hold and gotten your ass into therapy without having to be told. So from where I sit — on the Bloomington Shuttle, headed to the Indianapolis airport — it looks to me like you want out of this marriage. But instead of taking responsibility for wanting out — not in love with the husband anymore — you're playing the victim card while slamming both hands down on your marriage's self-destruct button.

To sum up, PTSD: You're being a total shit. Do you love your husband? Is your marriage a priority? Then start acting like it: Cut the boyfriend off — for the indefinite future — and get your ass onto a counselor's couch. If you're not willing to do those things, PTSD, then stop emotionally assaulting your husband and put both your marriage and him out of their misery.

I've never heard of someone with two clits — but I haven't searched the medical literature or sought the opinion of an expert. And I'm not inclined to search or seek when a letter is so transparently fake. (Opaque fakes are fine; every letter that makes it into the column is a good hypothetical question — for every reader save one.) People whose genitals are different or ambiguous or terrifying — maybe that's not an extra clit but the tip of your parasitic twin's nose — frequently have questions and concerns, TMF, but multiple earthshaking orgasms aren't high on the list.

You don't have a single clit, TMF, much less two. You're a horny boy with a dick, an e-mail account, and an obsession with/terror of a woman's potential capacity for unlimited sexual pleasure. And I'm hoping — I'm hoping against hope — that seeing your letter in print isn't your peak sexual experience. But odds are...

Long odds: if you have a wide circle of sexually adventurous straight friends, WPOS, and you're open with all of your friends about your kinks in a friendly, nonthreatening manner, maybe one or two of your straight male friends might be indulgent/perverse enough to want to engage in a little role-play with you. (And, yes, it's possible to make someone feel threatened by offering to lick their boots and take their abuse.)

Somewhat shorter odds: don't have friends like that? Well, there are a lot of BDSM groups and orgs out there that are mixed, i.e., they have gay, lesbian, straight, bi, and trans members, and most host mixed-play parties. Get involved with one, be open about your kinks, and you'll meet a few kinky straight-male tops who would get a kick out of slapping you around.

Best odds: pay for it, already.

By keeping your kink personal ad updated — unlike unicorns, kinky younger women do exist, and you want them to be able to find your ad when they troll on FetLife — and by reconciling yourself to the fact that most submissive straight men in D/s relationships met vanilla women who weren't perverts themselves but were pervertible.