It’s mildly bugging me now, I’m not a stupid little girl anymore and I’m ready to play my own games. Sex video I’m sitting waiting as ever. He pulls my hair back so that my back arches and my neck hurts. He takes the cigarette from me and hands me a new one. He whispers to me:
“be quite little whore”
I cry more, I don’t want to be his whore I want to be his princess. His hand sliding under my cashmere cardigan, pinching at my nipples making them stand up under the thin, soft wool. He tells me:
“touch yourself”
I don’t want to. I’m young and silly, I don’t understand yet what a luxury sex in the middle of the day is. He drinks more than me, I get incredibly silly with more than a couple of glasses of wine.




















