How I Became Heartless

My life had many stages, 1st Novelist that's pure at heart, Next the Vixen, that's when all hell breaks loose, I mean that literally. As an international vixen, the only stage I wanted was center court, all eyes on me. Yes, I said international! My friends (smile) were from Australia, Africa, Italy, Jamaica. Those were the ones I met via webcam. I would thank them for the money, clothes, cars, jewelry with a sexy picture, and promise to visit soon. My friends knew never to question me!I demanded attention everywhere I went. If you ever saw a guy in public with me, it was all about money. I've always been a sucka for a man with expensive taste. Louis Vuitton or Aubercy Diamond studded shoes. I loved the smell of the leather from a new pair of men's Bostonians. A tailormade suit I can spot a mile away. My life became so unpredictable that I couldn't tell which stage I was in or when. I had the game all twisted. Well, maybe I enjoyed being physically put into compromising positions. The game got real out here, and I was just the Bull Ryder to wrangle these men up. I didn't forget about the ladies; I kept them right where they belong "under my feet"!I met someone that stole my heart, well what was left of it. He flip the game on me!