It was my Goddess Tiffany. He gave a small spray on each side of my neck and put the spray back in my bag. Except anonymously, which is why I’m writing this and hoping you will read it and enjoy it. I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. He leaned forward and brought his mouth slowly closer to mine. At eleven-thirty this morning, my phone rang. But I was about to be sold — correction, had been sold — to a pair of strangers who were going to have me as theirs for the rest of the day. She took me out in public regularly, grocery shopping or trying on dresses. Twelve hours. Eventually, She found the exact point where my discomfort was at the maximum but permanent damage was at the minimum. Tiffany brought it to me a while ago. The few times we played online, I was the Top. “May I take your purse?” Karl asked, his voice pure ice. Tiffany is watching me as I write this. I am not bi, or bi-curious.
