“And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.” LonelinessDepressionPromiscuityLove AddictionSex Addiction Author:Kris Kidd
“Two sad eyes and one skanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery to hold onto. Men love a challenge if the prize is guaranteed. I know how to start a fight while deepthroating a white flag.” LonelinessDepressionPromiscuityLove AddictionSex Addiction Author:Kris Kidd
