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  • My first serious boyfriend wanted me to lick my lips. He told me with great authority that the whores in NY did that to attract men. I didn't want to be a whore, or even like a whore, but I wanted to make him happy. He made me practice, while he observed and corrected.

    I felt foolish, kind of slutty, and bad. Icky and sad. I was young then, and innocent.

    His name was Peter, and we weren't together very long. After Peter, I found other ways to tell guys I found them attractive. Mostly, I used my eyes. A longer than normal, deeper than normal look was all it seemed to take. That, and a little smile.
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