About how this one guy feels after he falls in love with a stripper who leaves him.

The lights flash and the neon color burned my skin. I was blinded. I was weakened. My mistake is something I’ll have to live with for the rest of my long, maybe miserable life.

She was beautiful. Like an angel who was cheep and easy. She wore her depression with a smile and did any kinky thing you pleased without question. She was professional, yet she over worked it. She was loving, yet rough. She was mine for a night.

I didn’t know this would happen. I thought that I was destined to be a “sex doll” forever and never find “true love”. I was satisfied when I had never felt the feeling of  “real love”, but when it hit me no one else could quench my thirst. I was a loner then, looking for her. Hoping she’d return, but I was always discouraged when she wasn’t there when I got home. I was damned. 

I was destined to be alone.

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