I found an old photo of me from just after I fell. I look so small, all scraped up. I was terrified. Now, I think about how that fear felt... and how a different kind of fear feels now. The delicious, heart-pounding fear of giving someone complete control. Letting them decide how to use my body. Will they just fuck my pussy, or make me taste my own wetness from their fingers first? Will they come on my tits or deep in my cunt? That surrender is a language I learned down there, I think. Not with fighting, but with opening up. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is whisper 'please'.