Acceptance.

No flings.

  His lips made their way against my collarbones. Teeth tugging at my skin and his tongue sliding over my flesh.

    I sighed pushing him off of me. I couldn't do this again.

    My tank top was pushed up and my pants were unbuttoned.

     Being a slut wasn't all it was made out to be.

    I had fucked three guys and two girls this week and I still felt empty.

    I don't know what I'm in for anymore. I don't know what I need.

     I would say attention but maybe I'm striving for fulfillment.

     I'm striving for something more than myself?

    He hummed while pushing his hands into my pants.

     I scowled before pushing him away, again. I pushed him hard enough to where his back hit my bedroom wall.

    “You fucking tease!" He finally burst out like the others had when I told them I couldn't do this anymore.

     I couldn't be this anymore.

    He slapped me.

     I felt instant pain but I tried not to scream out just in case my mom was home.

     He'd been less violent than my other flings.

    I tried cutting all of my flings off so I could try to prove that I'm not too much of an attention seeking slut.

    “If I'm such a tease then leave!" I yelled at him and all he could do was scoff. I replied with a scoff louder than his.

    “And never come back." I said loud enough for him to hear over the slam of my door.

      I burst out crying because he wasn't the worst person but god none of the people I became intimate with were saints.

     They all hurt me in one way or another.

     But maybe Nathanael will accept me once I'm fully done with being a “whore".