Dick

We’ve been together for so many years and sometimes, it’s hard for you to understand why I don’t always want to fuck. It has nothing to do with a lack of attraction, you are the most beautiful and perfect man occupying my world. Being the King of my home, your reign is exquisite in my life and I cherish being your Queen, your princess, your concubine, your muse and your consultant.

The problem, my love, is that you keep presenting me with the same old dick day after day. I could never admit to you that I need some different dick as you’d take it the wrong way. I don’t need another man in my life to complicate what we currently have but I do need for you to be that different dick. Don’t keep bringing me the same meal served on the same plate with every meal daily for 6 years. Even the drinks are the same. I want you to switch it up and change your presentation to inspire me. Make the effort to be all those different dicks that I fantasize about.

Be my thug dick whose only mission is to beat it up; make it rough, fast and dirty. My intellectual dick that has studied a multitude of spiritual theories, incantations, spells and karmic positions to bend my mind and body in ways I never thought possible. My rocker dick that plays like I’m a groupie struggling to get backstage where my efforts will be greatly rewarded. My illegal alien dick that doesn’t speak one fuckin' word of English, but can hit it in several different languages (French, Slavik, Greek...). My convict dick that just got out of prison after a 20 year stretch. My priest dick who lets me know all the ways that I sin and how to get on my knees to repent. My cop dick, specialist in take downs, holds, and restraints for when I resist arrest. My strict school teacher dick who sits me on his lap when I’m good, spanks me with a wooden ruler when I’m bad. My home invasion dick that climbs through my window with a ski mask, brandishing a knife and insisting I pose and play with my pussy for him before taking me.

You know what kind of woman I am so it’s confusing to you that I’m not automatically down, but it’s because I’m waiting for you to tape up properly and put on your boxing gloves. Get serious about it. I shouldn’t be the one to have to tell you what you know already - you need to jack off first even before attempting to go some rounds with me. You need to be able to go until I’m begging for you to stop, until I think I just can’t take anymore, until I’m pulling out my own hair exhausted with tears of joy. Without dropping your first load, there’s no way that you’re going to be able to hold out with the squeezing, my body writhing and the vibrating moans when I’m underneath you.

Do I want to have to tell you all these things all the time? No. Do I expect you to do these things automatically? YES, I do. I expect for it to be as automatic as when I put on those 6 inch sandals with the black straps. As automatic as the time I wore that sexy, paper thin, all black outfit that drove you nuts to see the contrast with the bright, hot pink lace panties after you pulled up that skirt. As automatic as when I flip my hair arching my back, squat with my ass poked out and legs spread apart up on that platform to talk to you. As automatic as us going to a strip club and I pull a side bar with the manager of the club to surprise you with my own performance on that pole, just for you. Yeah, I expect it to be automatic since your dick is always automatically hard from my automatic actions.

So, now you will see that I love and cherish you. We are still in the honeymoon stage in my heart every time I see your face but don’t let that fuck your mind up. I still demand all from you, the best of you, everything you’ve got to give and then a little more because I deserve it, I crave it, I lust for it. I will have it no other way than presented at the absolute top of your game or else you won’t get no pussy. None at all while your dick is rock hard wondering how you can get me to bend over like that again and spread it open so you can catch another glimpse.