Once upon a time there was a girl. That girl just wanted to fuck and chat. And when that was all she wanted, things were easy. Life was easy.
Then one day she awoke in her big bed. Alone. And wondered if it was enough. The fucking wasn't helping. The chatting was irritating. She turned off her phone, ignored phone calls. Vanishing.
Weeks went past. The less calls she answered, the less came.
She became invisible.
She started to wonder what feelings she had. The feelings were darker and scarier. Less contentment. The disposable men no longer fulfilled the feelings.
Her eyes grew sad.
She was alone. Walking in the woods.
She made new friends along the way. The friends offered counsel, opportunities.
Those opportunities, she wondered, might be what she wanted, but perhaps would leave her hurting more.
Perhaps, she wondered, it was time to stop.
Sometimes, you shouldn't get back on the horse. Sometimes those gauche attempts are a sign. Riding just isn't your thing.
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