You pour my drink and as I listen to you talk about some kind of argument you got into at the office, all I can think about is crawling to you on command. I know it’s tough out there in this ridiculous world where money is power and cruelty is king. Trying to make it in a place you know you don’t belong and maybe never did, probably never will. But you get your foot inside of a door and then you stumble all the way in and though your stomach may turn at the thought of another day doing the same old shit you did the day before, you learn to flash that dazzling white smile of yours at the absurdity and laugh in the face of the man who holds all the keys to your eventual failure or success. The men own it all anyway so what do I care if at the end of a long hard day I just want to spread myself before you and feel the way I make you happy drip like sweet nectar all the way down the length of my subservient feminine thighs. I’m sick to death of trying to say the right thing, trying to be the right kind of woman which is to say I am not interested in killing off my own desires just to prove something to a world which clearly wants nothing to do with proving itself. Thank you for the drink, Sir. May I have another, please. I want the way you touch me like the only heaven you believe in is the scent of flesh and blood pulsing hot and slow against your talented mouth. Use me up good and when we’re done I’ll let you light my cigarette as I lean against the garden wall out in the stinging cold. My hair a mess and my needy little heart aglow.
Allison Marie Conway 
Cool read! Thank you. 🙂
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So glad you enjoyed, thank you for reading. 🌹🕊🕊
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Ahumm, such great work, I feel odd you are thanking me lol, but, you are definitely welcome. Merry Christmas!
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You are so kind. Merry Christmas to you, too! 🎄🥰🎄
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👌👌👌✒💖 Wow…directly from the life of femininity 🤗😘😘😘
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Yes, mic…💗🌹🕊
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*****MATURE MATERIAL*****
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🙏🏻🌹🕊
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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Oh yes. I love the mood and imagery of this. Very sensory and sensual.
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Mmm I am so very touched and grateful you loved the mood, the sensory, dear Florin. I tire of the way this culture tries to rip the sensual and erotic away from the everyday and attempts to cage it off as though it were perverse, as though it were not a part of our very human/divine tapestry. As though we are not creatures pulsing with the sensual even as the mundane surrounds us all the while… do forgive me for such a long reply. Thank you so much. 🕊🌹🕊
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The length of your answer is perfect :). I fully agree. It’s actually this constant attempt to control, tame and numb the natural expression of sensuality that I find truly perverse.
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Oh yes, that’s just it, Florin, exactly as you say. It’s the repression, the taming, the walling off, that’s what crushes us. I feel so heartened to know your thoughts, thank you for being so gracious, as ever you are.
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