The Diary of a Bisexual Slut

The Diary of a Bisexual Slut

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""If I can't have you, no one will." I watched in horror as she brought the knife down. I couldn't help thinking that this was the end. I would have nothing after this. My beautiful baby, left alone. And Jake... Oh my Jake..." Crystal is 16. She lives on her own since she was taken from her family at 5. Being a pole dancer (a really good pole dancer), she makes good money and has a big place. She has a beautiful girlfriend and gave up on her family a long time ago. Then, she's accused of doing something and her relationship ends. She feels lost and needs distraction. Through this, she angers her ex. And her ex will stop at nothing to have her back. The following is a story of love, loss, fear, pain, surprise, confusion, and family. -Sequel out, named The Slut Returns-
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