I’ve slept with seven guys. None of them has cared about me. I’m afraid I’ll never be able to change that, but mostly, I’m afraid I might not want to.
I sneak to the meat department to have sex with a MARRIED meat man at the store where I work. He’s 41. I’m 19.
I can’t tell my friend I slept with her boyfriend… And it’s not because I care about her. It’s because I care about the other friends I lied to in order to hide my shame.
I was in love with my best friend, until I found out she had sex with my step-brother. Now I can’t even look at her.
I hate that you stole my first sexual experience from me just because you got me drunk. I want to hurt you. Sometimes I pretend that it was just a nightmare.
I remember only flashes of images. I was waiting for love, and we weren’t even dating.
The only guy I ever had sex with Told me he felt ashamed and guilty about what he did. and that he is now afraid to come near me. That’s what I get for attempting to get closer to people.
You told me that I have a nasty old-lady vagina the day after you fucked ME. I still want you.