Sex toy? Sex slave? Sex queen? (2)Why I can’say no?
The next time I wake up, my first thought is that I need to think. I go to the bathroom and hear the men talking in the kitchen. I can’t face them now. The shame of my licentiousness last night is back. I take a quick shower and try not to think about whose hands lingered on which part of my body last night. I try to understand what happened and why now. Why not two years ago? Never one of the men tried something on me. I need time alone, and I will take it. I scurry out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I rarely lock my door, but today I feel the need. Only my key is no longer in the lock where it always is! What does that mean? I …
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