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All the advertised material is reviewed before publishing. Your country not here? Contact us. Vulnerable Vagina. Forced There was a point in my life when I was so addicted to sex that I couldn't got a night without it this was in my younger years, when I hadn't learnt about true love. So I would always go to bars and pay hookers to lap dance and flash me, before I unexpectedly jumped on them. Don't get me wrong, I am a very nice person, and I never meant to rape anybody, but I couldn't contain myself- I needed sex like I needed food and energy.
It was unstoppable. I had planned on going to my usual bar, paying a new hooker or, if I was lucky enough, find a slutty girl who would sleep with me for the sex as I would her , same old stuff. Then, something changed. It was at night, and I was making my way through NYC. I was walking down a cold allay, when I saw a girl, running and crying, with only a blanket draped around her.
Her brown hair was blowing in every which way, and her feet were black with dirt. Even in all of her dirtiness and sadness, I could tell she was beautiful.
But I didn't want to pay her to have sex with me or anything of the such. What I felt to her was new, and very different than what I've ever felt before. I felt passion, but at the same time love, but at the same time pitty, and at the same time wonder. I had to help her.
