My eyes were tired, my fingers sore and callused. I turned on my phone and looked at the time. It was quarter to six. I had been practicing my cello in my university practice room for over two and half hours. I stood up, felt all of my vertebrae crack from my tailbone up. I
No Longer Submissive
You see me enter the room wearing my leopard print halter top and black leather pants. All the guys in the bar turn to stare as I walk towards you. It was obvious I wasn’t wearing underwear or a bra. The look in my eyes were pure lust and you knew we’d be leaving soon.