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She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets
Get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces
I just liked sex. That was the honest to god truth. One of the best pleasures in the world was to have a man screaming your name and panting and dying a thousand little deaths in a thousand little breaths over and over and over again. All because your vagina is some sort of magic. Then he falls asleep and you leave, having gotten pleasure and given pleasure all in one night.
It wasn't really my fault for liking sex. I mean I'm not saying I was the most innocent of people, but was it such a bad thing to have fun and take pleasure in giving pleasure? It's not like I got paid for it, or I ran around giving blow jobs and getting screwed every second of every day, or even every day at all.
And yet I was known as the school slut.
I didn't know losing your virginity was slutty.
I didn't know having protected sex and being on the pill was slutty.
I didn't know having fun was slutty.
I didn't know living your life the way you wanted it was slutty.
If all of that was true, then guess what?
I was happy to be a slut.