My Dark Paradise

Chapter 3 - " He Hit Me But It Felt Like A Kiss "

Okay, so you remember Daddy Jim? My old pimp, well we eventually got together. It was basically sex every night on top of what ever I did every other night. I would get back from working and if I didn't want his dick in my pussy, he beat me. But I was young, precious, had no idea what was really happening. I thought I was in love with him and he would put consequences in place to discipline me.

My friends knew this was the case because I told them everything. They would say, "Break up with him"," He is a bad man". But I couldn't do it. I just ignored my friends and stopped talking to them. I had many friends and now I have so little because I was to stupid to realise that he was pure evil. I stayed with him and continued to get beaten, went to the hospital several times a month when he was really pissed off. I remember this one time where he punched me so hard in the head that I fell unconscious and didn't wake up until the doctors drugged me at the hospital, I still don't know what they did that night to wake me up. But I never saw Jim again. He left me at the hospital. I had to walk home, took 3 hours to walk home because I had no car, no friends and no money on me.

My time with Jim really showed me that I can handle myself, I don't need a man to speak for me, do shit for me and "bring home the bacon". I was independent and a man was only holding me back. And even if I wanted a boyfriend I don't think a guy would want to go out with a hooker considering the fact that I get fucked pretty much every night by complete strangers and that's what I do for a living. Some men find that super hot or whatever, but those are the guys that are perverted and need help with their sex addictions.

I eventually found friends in the strangest place. At a job... I went to a job in Manhattan where I find one of my old friends from school. We were both going to the same job, they ordered 30 hookers that night. I made so many friends because while we were being fucked, we just chatted about our lives. I remember this one girl, her name was Shaniah. We are still friends after 10 years. She had the biggest boobs I have ever seen in my life. While she was getting screwed they kept hitting her guy in the face, left his face bright red. Absolutely fucking hilarious. She had true talent.

Leaving my "boyfriend" life behind me was the best step I ever took in my life. I didn't need a man, nobody needs a man, they just want to get fucked, if that's all you want, pay for it. Make some guy rich, it's making a better economy as well as saving money on batteries for your vibrator, it's a win-win situation.

Getting beaten on the other hand has really enriched my whole take on life. I see things in a different way now. I can truly sympathise with women that get beaten by their husbands or boyfriends or fiancées. I recently found out that my mother was beaten by my father. But she stayed strong and left him. My step father was a lovely man... A sexy man with an easy 12 inches. That, I could of guaranteed...