Online sugar daddy /z. s

PROLOGUE

I sat on my bed, my legs crisscrossed as I scrolled through my messages. This was annoying, everyone was such a pedo, disgusting.

I huffed, rolling my eyes at a message saying, 'Oh my god. I fucking love your legs. Let me lick them.'

Honestly, I felt my ego thicken at that, though the thing is I didn't want these types of messages because they made me slightly uncomfortable. In my pictures, I would expose skin, more than intended too. People started getting, well, out of hand.

'You're so sexy baby, let me touch you.'

'A pretty thing like you can't be a virgin'

'Naughty baby girl. I'll just have to spank you.'

They just couldn't tell me I'm beautiful, like praise me in a different way other than sexual. I felt dirty enough. The people apparently can't enjoy a guy in a skirt, and sweater, pushed a bit down by the arm to expose my shoulder.

"You see Harold, you are such a slut." I laughed at myself running a hand through my curls while I clicked on a new message that popped up on recent.

A second ago:

zaynmalik: Hey baby, are you interested in being my baby doll? I'm 25, male, hot, and loaded with cash. All I need, is videos of you getting off, and for you to call me your online sugar daddy. Don't worry, I'll send as well.

holy shit.