This is an email from A Celebration of Small Stories With Big Sex, a newsletter by Micro Erotica.

My Battered Pussy
I lie, battered and bruised, in my once comfortable bed, with soiled linens heaped over me. My body, sullied with the sweat and saliva and semen of a dozen men, pains to move. They were upon me like a pack of ravenous dogs, licking and grabbing and poking me everywhere. Nowhere was sacred. Nothing was off limits. There were no taboos allowed.
They took what they wanted of me repeatedly. No small talk. No “please” or “thank you…