saksham-50014316 @saksham-50014316
My name is Lana, and I'm a whore. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I've been doing this for years now, and it never gets old.
I started off young, just 18 years old. My parents were both addicts, and they couldn't take care of me anymore. So, I had to fend for myself. That's when I started working as a dancer in one of those seedy bars on the outskirts of town.
Things escalated quickly from there. One night after my shift, this rich old guy offered me a lot of money to come back to his place. I was desperate for cash, so I agreed. And that's when it all started.
I became addicted to the thrill of it all. The power I had over these men, even if it was just for a night. It felt good to be wanted like that. To feel desired.
And so, I continued to do this for years. Until one day, I met someone who changed everything. He was younger than me, but he saw something in me that no one else had. He saw past the whore and the drugs and the money. He saw me.
We fell in love, and he helped me get clean. We've been together for years now, and I couldn't be happier.
But even though I'm no longer a prostitute, I still feel like one sometimes. Like there's something inherently wrong with me because of the choices I made in my past. But my man doesn't see it that way. He loves me just as much now as he did back then.
And that's all that matters to me.
