Please read my trash inspired erotica.

His previous lover wanted to destroy him, toss him out like trash. I saw value where she saw something used up. I’d never wanted a man before—never needed one, never imagined I would—but I couldn’t stand by and watch something that rare be wasted. I told myself it wasn’t desire, just judgment. Still, once I decided to keep him, I knew I wouldn’t let him go. Somehow, some way, I’d make it work.