An Exclusive Kind of Love

My name is Haley Dixon. Ever since I was young, I knew I was different from other women. Other women have only one passage, but I have two—and both are extremely narrow.

I'd heard that my mother was originally pregnant with twins, but a genetic mutation during the pregnancy caused my twin sister to die in the womb. I absorbed the part of her body that became my second passage, along with all of her estrogen.

That was why I had a stronger desire than other women. As a teenager, I could use my little toys for up to four hours and still want more.

For a while, I was almost proud of myself. I thought a rare treasure like me would be cherished and fiercely loved by any boyfriend. But after five consecutive boyfriends—every single one of them—bolted at the final moment, terrified by what they saw in my pants, calling me a monster and worrying I'd suck them in, I finally realized: maybe this wasn't being "different." Maybe this was a disease.

But going to the hospital didn't help. Instead, they told me that my long-term use of foreign objects had led to an addiction disorder.

I cried. Why did a monstrous woman like me have to suffer from this?

Still, I didn't have time to wallow in misery, because the addiction tormented me day and night, stealing my peace and my sleep. So I went online and bought the largest set of toys I could find. Within just half a month, I'd broken them all—and my mild addiction had become severe.

The toys were useless. It seemed I needed a man.

But I no longer dreamed of finding a boyfriend. As long as someone could give me relief, any man would do. I signed up for a hookup app and chose the username: Double-Hole Slut.

As the campus belle, my looks went without saying. I had the kind of curves that made men turn their heads—a banging body, perky breasts, a round behind. Plenty of men came sniffing around like hungry dogs.

In the end, I chose a construction worker with an eight-pack. I told him straight up about my condition.

He said he was big, thick, and long-lasting, and that it'd be like a threesome—he'd definitely make me see heaven. My legs went weak just hearing it. That very night, we agreed to meet in the campus grove.

He stood nearly six-foot-four; next to him, I felt like a child.

He was so excited that he lifted my skirt right away. I bit my lip and spread my legs, ready to welcome the pleasure—when I heard him let out a scream like he'd seen a ghost.

"Holy shit! The hell is this?"

He jumped back, staring at me in horror. My heart shattered.

Even such a rough man was disgusted by me. If he wouldn't do it, then no man would.

I threw away all shame. "You're already here. Please, just do me. I'm begging you—I'm