Abuse by Nikki Sex

Author:Nikki Sex [Sex, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashton Publishing Group
Published: 2015-01-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7.

“You are the sky. Everything else—it’s just the weather.”

― Pema Chödrön

~~~

Renata Koreman

André’s passionate about everything: food, fashion, love, relationships and sex. No subject is off limits—I like that about him. His accent, pronunciation and teasing good humor are utterly irresistible. The man is fun. His left field point of view and his lighthearted philosophy makes me giggle and laugh again, and again.

Laughter is a good therapy for me and André knows it.

Either that or he just likes to hear me laugh.

One day, months after I came to him, André asked me what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I used to carry a pen and notebook around with me in order to communicate. By then, even though I could meet his eyes, I was still unable to speak.

“I want to get married and have babies,” I wrote.

“Très bien!” he said instantly, with a broad and genuine smile on his face. “These are most worthy goals. Is there anything else that particularly interests you? This is in consideration of a career, you understand.”

I quickly scrawled, “I like sex and I’m good at it.”

André laughed and clapped his hands. “Ah bon! The same is true for me, as well!”

One of the best things about André is, he doesn’t have preconceived or fixed ideas concerning the “role” anyone must play in life. There are no set labels in his universe. Men can change diapers, women can change tires and whatever sexual kink you have is OK as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual.

Not once did he suggest I conform to any societal idea of what I was ‘supposed’ to do or be. André never made me doubt or second-guess my interests or desires. He had no bias, no vested interest, nor any personal slant on my choices.

This total acceptance empowered me beyond anything I’d ever known.

Whatever I chose to do was, according to André, “Très bon!” or “Magnifique!” His unconditional, nonjudgmental support helped me learn how to accept myself. His approval was inspiring.

He was inspiring.

When I was thirteen, my older foster brother, Jamie and I, ran away together from our foster home. My very best friend was protective and took me out of a bad situation. This was after our foster father had become increasingly and overly free with his hands.

Before the asshole could commit statutory rape, we took off.

Living on the street wasn’t any more difficult than living anywhere else; in fact, to me, it was much easier. I could already fend for myself. I was used to going hungry, or eating what others threw away.

Most people ignore indigents, and I felt comfortable being ignored. As strange and abnormal as I was, I easily ‘fit in’ on the street. There I felt ‘normal’ for the first time in my life.

While I'd never indiscriminately “spread my legs” for anyone, as ‘Uncle Bob’ so eloquently claimed, I did enjoy sexual intimacy with many. I’ve always associated sex with pleasure, affection and love.

Street people are nice to each other. I was never attacked or physically hurt when I was homeless.

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