Mine

by Clio Evans

Of course, I hadn’t really seen her ass, given she was wearing a coat. But every ass was biteable. Spankable.

“I’m just losing my mind.”

My body was my body, I reminded myself. If I were on the other end of this phone call, wouldn’t I be admiring the person in front of me? I knew I would be, and yet I couldn’t find a shred of confidence at being the one naked. Why am I like this?

But, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy it. I may or may not have been an attention whore sometimes.

“I need to think about my mother for the next forty-eight hours and all the trauma she gave me by being a woman of god.”