We are in our usual cycle. Torture foreplay. This never ends until I harm and humble myself, giving him the sex he wants.

Here we go-- a shot glas from Vegas that reads "Mean people suck, nice people swallow" filled with fine whiskey.

And it's morning.

I am a high priced wh*re. Mommy pimped me for her own gain.

This man is just a shmuck. Too stupid to know how to work me. If only he were all that. Would he have chosen me?

So I medicate myself to cope with having to have sex with someone I pity. How I detest that feeling!

One swig
Two swigs
Three swigs
Four
The shame
Exploitation
The pain
I endure!