Cum whore Stories

Chapter One I sat on the floor of my bedroom in front of my mirror. It was the morning and the first day of November. Outside, the autumn leaves were wet from last night’s storm and soon, neighbors would begin replacing their Halloween decorations with Thanksgiving. There was a clatter from the kitchen. My mother was home from her overnight shift. I woke in awoke in my bed this morning, both sore and confused. As soon as...