CALL ME A GIRL NOT WHORE!

CALL ME A GIRL NOT WHORE!

I am a girl full of dreams full of passion towards my goals my carrier. But I was not this before something changed me in fact someone changed me Completely. This could muddle you around but this is my story from being a girl to turning into a WHORE. You wonder about things feeling a little off-center. You begin to feel like a piece of pounded veal.

After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched out alongside you like a feather  or  light as air, and you . . . you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to what? 

To open your heart.? You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart. 

It starts this way:

You stare into their eyes. They flash like all the stars are out. They look at you seriously, their eyes at a low bum and their hands no matter what starting off shy and with such a gentle touch that the only thing you can do is take that tenderness and let yourself be swept away. When, with one attentive finger they tuck the hair behind your ear,You do everything they want.Then comes after. After when they don’t look at you. They stare at the ceiling. Or if they do turn, their gaze is altogether changed. They are surprised. They turn casually to look at you, distracted, and get a mild distracted surprise. You’re gone. Their black look tells you that the girl they were fucking is not there anymore. You seem to have disappeared.

  • This whole scene made me feel like a WHORE.. But no I am not a whore I am a girl with millions of dollars in my bank account and it is their because I work really hard to get this, despite of my broken heart, despite of the fact that this money is of no use to me. I guess that’s the reason of a simple  passionate girl who turned into a bitchy  millionaire that my heart is closed for every men.  I can have sex with them. But other then that I am done with love things.  It had stop working since I was 20.  Someone ruined my feelings and rest what left is me a feeling less girl who is ready to pay for sex but don’t want to feel the love it brings in life. I am not the only one who feels this there are lot of women who relate with my story and we don’t want a tag we are normal but with a bit different feelings. 
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Arushi jaiswal
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