Submissions by his_slavegirl

I’m used goods, I’m damaged, tossed to the side one to many times. If you look at me from the outside you would see a smiling, outgoing, fiery redhead that has everything together. But on the inside…whoa, let me tell you. Inside I am empty, a small little girl just wanting to be held, a used up paper bag crumpled and torn.

I have been through a lot with my passed relationships. Used for sex, money, a place to live, and anything else that would involve my already gentle frame to collapse. I like the hurt, I like the pain, I like the sensation of feeling alive.
But do I REALLY...