I was forced to have sex when I was a teen by one of my brother's friends. I never told anyone about it, but it messed with my head and my entire life. Sex does not turn me on unless it's the rough kind. For years I obsessed over this guy and felt that no boyfriend was able to compare to him. I had lots of boyfriends, acting out sexually. I became the school whore, pretty much. My family was disgusted

Guess who I ran into again in college? At first we avoided each other like the plague but eventually he caught me alone and tried to apologize. Being the slut that I am, we ended up having sex. He started out gentle but I begged him to be rough. And he did. And it was everything I wanted.

This went on throughout college. Hot, rough sex. Hair pulling, nail scratching, screaming like a banshee sex. I'm the first to admit that I have no self respect. I let him use me any way he liked. Mostly he liked to push my face into the floor while fucking me from behind.

Now we are in business together. We aren't what you'd call lovers exactly, but we're still having regular sex. We own a gentleman's club which is really just a brothel. He has fucked all the girls who work for us too. Consentually or not, I don't really care. They're just whores so what does it matter? Really, all women are just whores, but in denial.

My family knows what I do for a living and all hate me. I don't care about that either. Business is good, the sex is good. I know that I'm pretty fucked up, but what's done is done. My life isn't bad. I'm happy as most people are and more so than some. I know what I am and who I am, which again is more than most can say.