What a Pity

37: A Man

Tw: mention on rape

Men:
(n.)  People who can truly break another person, look them in the eyes, and blame the victim; People who believe they are superior than women; People who get called a 'player' for being a slut; People who can body shame a woman even if they are in worse shape; People who can make more money than women by doing the same shit; Psa: not all men are like this, just a lot.

"Can you fucking believe him?" I roll my eyes. "Sorry? The fuck do you mean? 'Sorry' is something you say after you bump into someone. Not after you cause serious trauma." I rant as we walk down the hall.

Ares opens his mouth and I cut him off. "I can't believe this." I turn and face him. "Am I overreacting here?"

He shakes his head and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Hell no. He's an asshole, but don't think about him. You need to relax." He turns me around so my back is to him. He begins rubbing my shoulders softly. "Massage? I'm pretty good."

I laugh and turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I had something else in mind." I say, getting on my tippy toes to kiss him. He leans down slightly and we kiss passionately.

He presses me against the wall, kissing me deeply. I moan into his mouth as he grinds against me.

I instinctively tangle my hands into his hair and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses my neck and bites my collarbone. The sharp stinging sensation sends arousal through my body.

He then kisses down my chest, and kisses my breast through my shirt. He smirks, reaching under my shirt and pinching my nipple. I gasp.

"Oh, God..." I whisper as I lean my head back against the wall. My nipples are one of the best places to touch for pleasure.

I like being teased. I like pain. I like when I get treated like a slut. It feels good. I like getting choked and slapped and cnc. I like my hair being pulled. I like getting bitten and told that I'm a slut.

But I don't like after.

I like how it feels in the moment but I hate after when the guy just leaves me there. No comfort or anything. Then I sit there and think about how I just got treated and the fact that he left and didn't even talk to me.

It makes me feel bad. Makes me feel like a whore, and trust me it doesn't feel good. It feels gross. It doesn't feel good knowing nobody will ever love you. It doesn't feel good being used.

Being a slut feels amazing though.

It makes me feel confident that I can pull anybody. Makes me feel like I'm some queen or something.

Being a slut is different from being a whore. I believe that sluts are maneaters. They are in tune with their seductiveness and use it to their advantage.

Whores are victims. Whores are the girls who finally think they found a man who actually loves and cares for them. She avoids having sex because of the fear that afterwards he will just leave. He promises he won't. He pressures her into doing something that makes her uncomfortable, but it's okay because "I love you and I'm not using you." Then he fucks her and when it's over he ghosts her.

Then she's left feeling like she's unloveable. That sex is all she's good for. Whores are victims of horrible people. Whores don't know how it feels to be loved. Whores cry themselves to sleep and dread waking up the next day.

It's me, I'm the whore.

"Hey, there are children in this house so you two need to get a room." A voice suddenly shouts. Ares puts me down and we turn to see Dante, Eden, and Vince.