Pimp Down

Pimp Down

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16-year-old Summer learned at a young age that life was rough and unfair. Witnessing her mother sell her body for a living. Losing herself in fear and chaos. Will she come out on top as a new woman or sink in the depth of sex and drugs? A snippet: Life had picked me up and spit me out. Why was I born if I was only gonna be mistreated and hurt? Laying in this dark alley all I could do was wait for death to come and take away all my burdens. My body no longer hurt anymore. I was just another body laying out without a soul. The wetness on my face indicated that I was crying. I was out of my body staring from up above& nbsp; wondering where I went wrong. All I wanted was love and happiness but this cruel world snatched it away from me. Who could love a worthless hoe like me? Copyright 2014.All rights reserved
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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