Beautiful Monster

by Sara Cate

Love is not a reward. I may not forgive my mom yet for everything that happened, but I still love her.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so good. And just not physically. My mind is clear, and I don’t have the doubts and worries weighing on me like I did when I moved into this house.

I wasted most of my life waiting for happiness to find me. I just never expected I would find it right next door.

He peels my clothes off slowly, and I silently think about him filling me with his seed. How eagerly I would trade in the luxury of morning sex for the chance to carry a little piece of him inside of me. But I promised him at least five years. So, for now I’ll enjoy my orgasms before 9:00am.