I am a precious peach

"I'm conflicted," he says. "You're delightful, articulate, kind. It only makes this more difficult."

This is an interesting mentality; that viewing this as a "transaction" would have been easier had I seemed vapid, disinterested, or materialistic. The emptier the easier - is that the way it works?

But no, I am a precious peach. I am charming and lovely. I don't walk or talk like his fantasy whore; I walk and talk like his fantasy girlfriend. But I'm 20+ years too young, and he feels too guilty to fuck me.

I enjoy his company, but I acknowledge the transparency of his conflict. With faker tits and a breathier laugh, I may have been the perfect transaction, but I'm just...too...nice. With Sally McSlut, he'd accept sex. With Bettina Niceface, he stops at romance. An interesting mentality indeed, but somewhat shortsighted. I'm just a slut with a penchant for careful diction. I'm no precious peach.