Who'd Have Known

I walked up the hotel corridor, it wasn't terribly elaborate. A budget hotel. White walls, plasticky wood, sterile, blue carpet. I was trembling, was this right? This wasn't me. I hated myself in that moment. I hated how much I wanted it. It was all so undignified, I was degrading myself. A regular slut.

It was a long walk but longer than it seemed. One day over eighteen and this was what I wanted. Some pervy man to take advantage of me, worse one of my teachers. When I messaged a

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