I am Kitten. Watch me play!
They call me Kitten. I'm their plaything, and I love it. I thrive on it. I need it.
Why?
It's like an itch I can't quite scratch.
A craving that doesn't take away the hunger.
A compulsion that I can't control.
It's all-consuming in every way.
I thought I'd come to terms with how my future looked. Lots and lots of meaningless hookups. It's who I am, and I don't allow myself to think too much about how I'll never have a normal relationship. I'll never be able to commit 100% to one person.
When a ghost from my past sends me spiralling, any sort of control over my ailment is lost, and I find myself walking the dark path of self-destruction. No one knows the depravity of my past. If they did, they wouldn't want anything to do with me.
As I try to rein in my demons, I find myself in a compromising position that reveals one of my secrets to the Casanova of my school. If that isn't bad enough, my ex has his sights set on me again, a playful friend steps over the line with me, and another brooding mate is seething with anger at me. Rightfully so, since all four of them are best mates, and shit is going to hit the fan if my ex finds out what's been going on behind his back.
Throw in an exclusive sex club run by posing high-class citizens, a contract that I signed when I was way too young to understand the fine print, and a man who is fifteen years older than me, who has me bratting it up all over the place, and my existence is on a path to fuckery.
How the hell do I get myself into these situations?
And how in the hell am I going to get myself out this time?
