Daddy told me not to even look at the man in the corner. He’s troubled he said. I wanted to do more than look at him.
I grew up in the church. I was raised better. And I was broken. Oh, was I ever broken. I had a sexual appetite that couldn’t be filled. A thirst in me that only sin could quench. I needed him, the man in the corner, to claim me, dominate me, own me.
I’d do whatever it took. Goad him if necessary. I needed that man like I needed air or water. I needed the bad boy.