Girl in Pieces
“It was upscale, way more than I could afford. His ad whispered to me.How can we please each other, my little pet? Can we talk? Can we kiss? Can you accept my control? Can you obey happily? Can you let go enough to learn? Would you like to be taught? Would you like to be mine?Yes, yes, yes. I daydreamed for hours before responding. He was poetry, promises of pleasure, offers of unconditional, temporary love and that was enough to bait me. That tiny, whispered promise was all I needed to be all in because the man I longed for had a tarty redhead between his sheets instead and that was starting to really piss me off.The writer behind the ad emailed back before midnight. He felt confident and sweet. He wrote like he’d majored in English Literature and everything he said seemed intimately familiar, like song lyrics. When he said, I know you’re nervous. Me too. But we can figure this out together, I felt like he had crawled inside my head and made himself at home.And yet, Julie’s words haunted me.
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