/lit/ - Literature

>>20071558
I knew this one chick when I was a freshman in high school, and she came by the school one day and showed me her tits in exchange for a belt. I was still young a decade later when she sent me a picture of her wearing that belt with her tits out. She was younger. Later then, I thought my whole life was together and she sent me a picture of her ass-naked, sitting on a counter, the behing-your-shoulder-look-at-my-ass thing that women do. She told me she had been doing sex work. I said I thought it was cool. That's what pissed her off after we had known each other since we were 12. Me saying that I was okay with the fact that she was a prostitute to support her kid she had back in high school.
She was hot then. Her skinny, bony body gave me a shake when I saw her spinal column sticking out above what was once a beautiful ass. I wonder how much she charged. I would have paid a hundred dollars back then. Hell, I just stole it from my parents. Hell, I didn't get laid at all. My friends would make fun of me.

The dead women in my life either died before or after I stuck my dick in them, and before or after that, time ceases to exist. I think of the past when I hate myself, but it was hot. I think of the future because I know they will all die, soon, like myself.