Mothers are supposed to love you. Support you. Protect you.
Not mine, mine did none of those things. – Not one.
My mother taught me that her addiction was stronger than her love for me. Her high was all that mattered. That’s all she needed, all she wanted. Grown men and women took payment from me, so she could get her fix. They took everything from me, just a child, her only son.
Motherly love? F*** that.
I’ve spent my life taking from bitches all too willing to give it up – whores, sluts, The Fallen – you name it, I’ve had a piece of it, of them. It’s how I earned the name Lick. I’ve licked every part of a b****’s body. Until her -Jenni.
From the moment she sashayed her hips up the dirt path of our clubhouse I knew I was f***ed. Curves for days, sweet tits that begged to be sucked. A heart of gold. I know it’s a f***ing cliché, but she was different.
She challenged me – Pushed me
Jenni made me see I’ve spent my life being blind, that I was worth something.
She taught me love doesn’t use.
It’s not twisted, it doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t cost a thing.
I’ll do anything to make her happy. I’ll do whatever the f*** it takes to keep her by my side. She’s far too precious for me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let her go.