I grew up around men and was given nothing but love. I was caressed and kissed in the places where my skin pulsed quickly, making my breath hitch. This type of love is fo- I mean was foreign to me at the time.
Men came and went every day and I was happy, I love being around people and I know now that it includes giving my body up as an object. As if the second a man touched my body it created a shock converting me into I an inflatable whore doll, and that's what I am; a whore.
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General FictionIt's the same feeling every time but the adrenaline is what gets me back every time. Different man, different ways. It's what I've gotten used to so sex is my life and love is my fairytale.
