In terms of sex, I was quite experienced, but being intimate with someone I cared for, someone I felt safe with, was new to me. I wanted Selvyn to push boundaries with me–to walk the line without crossing it. I wanted to reclaim the things I’d been made to feel ashamed of. “I-I want you to call me your little whore,” I whispered. He pulled back and looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” I said with a nod. “Alright, my little whore. Lean back and part your legs for me.”
