The best thing I love about violence is everytime it feels like the first time.
Hi, I am Ayaano .
I tell a detailed and well-practised story of my first time getting violently pounded.
I've told it so many times, for well over a decade, often in the process of seducing men while also making sure they understood exactly what I'm about, that I sometimes doubt the veracity of my own story.
It's quite a production, and it's even better because it ends in what seems like a serendipitous happily ever after (that is, if your version of happily ever after takes place in a deeply erotic dystopian nightmare.
The plot points in my story are outlandish.
I'm young, in the house of a man I am sleeping with who happens to be out.
I'm there with a group of his friends who are drinking and one of them, one I've never spoken to (or slept with) before steadfastly ignores me as I try harder and harder to get his attention.
He dismisses me, Calls me a little girl who doesn't have anything to offer him.
I ask him what he wants. He tells me he wants blood.
What a conversation to have.I know that is the conversation we had. I know because I remember it exactly and probably always will. I know because I've told this story hundreds of times and each time, I relive it a little.
I tell him I can give him blood.
He continues to ignore me for a while.
Eventually everyone leaves.