Her Best Mistake
“He had a towel around his hips, his hair was wet, and water dripped down his chest. The bathroom door to the hotel room he was staying in was partially opened, and the light from the bathroom spilled into the bedroom. He saw the woman he’d just fucked passed out in the center of the mattress, the sheets pooling around her ass, and her face turned in the opposite direction. It was empty pleasure when he was with these random and nameless females. They were to pass the time because all he had in ...his life was work. With his piece of shit father dead, his mother having passed away when he was just a kid, and the only female company he had these one-night stands, he was a lonely boy. But he liked it that way, because no way would a woman want a scarred, damaged fucker like him.
He looked down at his chest, saw the scars from his dad’s belt buckle litter his side, and when he turned around and looked at his back he saw the scars that crisscrossed his flesh. He’d gotten so many tattoos over the years, trying to hide them, cover up his shame and abuse, but all it did was seem to amplify them.MoreLess
He looked down at his chest, saw the scars from his dad’s belt buckle litter his side, and when he turned around and looked at his back he saw the scars that crisscrossed his flesh. He’d gotten so many tattoos over the years, trying to hide them, cover up his shame and abuse, but all it did was seem to amplify them.MoreLess
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