Personal Narrative Analysis

I wasn't always this confident around men. There was a time in my life when I was a timid, bashful virgin who couldn't conjure two complete sentences when talking to a man or maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds. My father first noticed how men would stare at me when I became of age and slowly started taking advantage of that. He gradually had me interacting with men. At first I was humoring them; talking sultrily and promising them sexual favors, then my interactions became more and more physical. I wore scanty skirts, and put on make up and perfumes for them. I learned how to approach the ones that were too shy, and how to charm those that desired a brain with every set of tits they suckled on. With time I learned how to read what each man wanted from his lady and to feed into his needs before slowly reeling him to my lap like a fish. I became a artist; my art was seduction. …show more content…
Whenever I mounted them, I could feel their heartbeat under my palm, as if I was holding a beast's leash. They had always pulsed with lust, but never have I felt attached to them. It was as if they were a guitar and I was merely pulling the right strings. I always struggled not to feel like an object used to sate a man's libido, but I took comfort in knowing that although I was a mere pawn, I was helping my father's business in ways men could never do. I served him diligently. I was a member of the family - the only female member, in fact - which meant my services were not only noted but