Compersion
A porn star discovers the true meaning of love and compersion
“No, no. Stop everything.” John walked towards me, looking disappointed. “Cheyenne, What the fuck are you doing?” “Sorry, John.” I felt so empty. “I just can’t concentrate.” “And why not? You’re always such a professional.” I saw him out of the corner of my eye, still in his suit and tie. He must have been shocked by what he witnessed. Why did I invite him there, that day, of all days? What was wrong with me? “Take five,...