Sienna
They used to call me a cumslut before they even knew my real name.
Back in the old city it was never just one man. It was whoever stayed after the club closed, whoever paid for the back room, whoever brought a friend or a girlfriend and asked if I minded being used while they watched. I came on strangers’ c***s and fingers and tongues. I leaked on leather couches and hotel sheets and the front seats of cars. Couples took turns. Girls held my hair while their boyfriends finished in me and then made me clean them both. I stopped counting the loads. The name stuck harder than any of them did. Cumslut. f**k toy. The girl who didn’t say no.
I got tired of hearing it. Tired of waking up sticky and sore and already thinking about the next time someone would tell me to open my mouth. So
