I Like Being A Slut I

I made my way towards the bar that was far from my house. I was a woman with a mission— to get fucked like a slut that I was. This feeling came once in a long while, and I loved indulging in it anytime I had the chance. And this was one of my chances.

The hum of the bar vibrated through the worn floorboards, a low thrum against my soles. Dim light, the kind that swallows shadows whole, clung to every surface, painting the scene in hues of bruised plums and spilled ...