Surviving Me

I married a man with peculiar taste in whores. I didn't see it coming.
I was a shattered survivor. I didn't trust myself or anyone else.

Then I met a man who needed my trust as much as I needed his.
His subtle limp was not the only scar he bore.

Finding myself naked beside him was inevitable. The strength I found there revitalized me. The soul-deep longing he inspired brought me back to life. His penetrating wounds were a gift that only I was allowed to share.

He taught me how much loyal...