Jeune & Jolie

A whore today, a whore forever.

If I had been brave, less shy... I wish men paid to make love to me. But I never dared. I thought at times. As a fantasy. Now, I am older, too. I would have to pay.

— But I can understand. I also had your age and did stupid things.
— You, too? You were a whore?

— What I liked was to arrange appointments. Chat online, talking on the phone. Listen to the voices, imagine things. Then go, discover the hotel... not knowing who I would find. It was like a game.
— A game... dangerous.
— No. Or maybe a little. At the time I almost felt nothing. But then, when remembered at home... or in high school... wanted to do it again.

Why avoid it? I have nothing to give you... what my eyes see. Not want to suffer... but who never suffers?