I tasted hot beer and bile. I was unable to remove my hands, unable to stand, therefore unable to leave. Porn Blessed. The fresh air filled in. Safe and sound in their hotel rooms. The chemical was crushing me. How many people could do what I had just done? Me. My mind bent even further. My nose was buried in his pubic hair. I imagined dying right here on the filthy tile floor, but my own sick pleasure was so overwhelming, I didn’t care. Fuck you, bitch, I thought. Was it no big deal sucking a man’s cock? Blessed. Out, in. It happened a billion times a day, so who fucking cared?
