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Me and my horny sexy me time.
I strongly desire the man sexy beast that I left home on some staycation type shit I had to get the fuck away just because. I feel the love when I kick it with my new favorite buddy. I am leaving his name as anonymous since I do not feel comfortable with fake dry snitching my real one sexy dude ass out. I don't like that I cannot get to him and bring him some damn good grub or go throw down in his kitchen at his place and make him fall in love from eating my goodies made from scratch with nothing but empathy care and love. I love sharing and caring when I peep that someone I am around is in need, so hungry all of a sudden that it feels uncomfortable and have a strong urge to eat and satiate a craving. I am craving my sexy ass buddies cock in my mouth, his fat black sexy dope dick fits the inside of my vagina like a glove, he said it and made me feel like dude felt like God made my vagina just for this sexy young man's dick, and God did his miracles and made his penis to fit my vagina feeling like the perfect fit to this sexy adorable cutie pie that I will fuck with until I get to be my favorite cutie pie's wife. And if he doesn't take heed to my verbal and my actions, he must be cold with it or does feel some type of way that I crave and yearn for just waiting for the day, so I can get excited and say yes to the dress, and my desired custom made engagement ring, with the wrap with my children's his children's and mine and his birthstone to compliment the wedding jewelry token of love to cherish and hold forever never take it off unless it is a situation where It is a must and my ring must be removed and put in the locker where it's safe until they discharge me type shit. I hope my new friend I discover within ten years or better that we most definitely are a fit in regards to becoming wife/husband material exclusively make all the hoes jealous as fuck of him being with me alone, and me treating my desired future honey the same. I will always treat my buddy like a king just because I hate feeling like I am being mistreated so I put up the effort to treat my peers accordingly, and if a mother fucker want to jump feeling froggy I will do a four left corner like I am running from a taser and get the fuck out of dodge to get the fuck away from a damn piece of shit. I just dumped this dumb piece of shit today and while doing so I felt cleansed, I felt like a demon exited my body, I felt some toxic feelings leave me, I felt like I had an awakening while practicing my undercover genius discernment that God blessed me with at 3 years old, I finally discovered my sweet gift of discernment when I was seven but I knew it started at three years old. Smart little girl aye? I was a baby feeling myself out learning trying to survive while doing the best I can. I am looking forward to the day where me and my recent new friend hitch and tie the knot on some real one type shit. I won't be surprised, I will stop thinking about it and maintain the forget about it for long long time then bam, surprise, my buddy just may get down on his right knee, gangster shit, and propose to me while I say yes so very sexy and he slips my desired ideal custom made twenty four karat black hills gold with the Si1 clarity diamond fresh hot outta the mine just brought from God knows where huge diamond, emerald cut right in front of me like it's Benny Hanna's mounted into the solitare mount in the band, and it be a trillion dollar diamond, when my favorite bud haggled him down to 500 or 800 dollars when it is definitely no doubt top tier and every ladies dream of owning a custom made piece of jewelry, and I feel like the funny thing is I will never mention the custom made wedding ring and birthstone wrap to compliment my finer diamonds experince, I will have to tell people who ask about my new jewels that my new rock and band is fake, and make no big hoot about it, as if they would know the difference let the cock suckers assume whatever they like, just do not touch my token of love since my black beautiful stallion got it for me special from his heart without me making a peep about what I want in my custom made wedding jewelry. As if my sweet real one read my mind but didn't at the same time, some in tune type shit, damn near spiritual as if it is a situation that will last, and has been destined to be a factor literally til death do us part. All the while him and I grow to be older than Sarah and Abraham from the story in the holy bible, and be built like sexy stallions and mares in our old age and shock the hell out of everyone that witnesses this glory, like how long did they bust a gut weak as hell laughing their asses off until their gut and ribs hurt like fucking hell love, and live to the fullest extent. Have mother fuckers asking, like "wow, so live love + laugh is the best doctor's prescription for a long, and full life lived to the fullest extent. I would be thrilled to not expire and exceed society, and scientists expectations, make them thirsty to perform an autopsy to code to the secret to the longevity I strongly desire. Test the dna just to see what I ate on the regular, what type of vibe does the coroner feel, if any? Did I die with a shit eating grin on my chops, as if I left this world to go home to be with Jesus without any regrets in peace to the fullest extent, no regrets, no concern about my expiration, laughing with my hubby until we expire making love while holding each other tight in a comfortable setting while horny jetty mother fuckers jerk off to the best vibes they thought they had ever seen in their life, I guess after witnessing this I guess now they done seen it all for sure. But not quite, it's not over for them yet, their among the living.
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Skip the Games Shakespeare
Romeo, Romeo, where is my Romeo? Are you in my inbox? Or my recent call list? Maybe in my DM. Hey, maybe I have it all wrong; can I find you under my bed? Behind my shower curtain? Tucked down behind my car? I must find you; For who is Juliet without her beloved Romeo? Scccrrraattchhh!!!! Kill the music, everybody duck down, and please for the love of God somebody call 911! We have to let them know that if you feed these guys after midnight or add water, they multiply! All of a sudden it’s: 🎶one little, two little, three little perverts, four little, five little, six Little perverts, seven little, eight little, 9 little perverts, 10 little pervert men!! 🎶 Ok. So today, like most days was nothing shy of a circus; an all around shit show. The start of my day was like most, shower, hair, makeup.. Get dressed up to get undressed…Deal with jealous, paranoid man in prison, while stressing about everything. What is it about this line of work that attracts very confident men then turns them into paranoid schizophrenic mental patients? I mean, Jimity fucking crickets, as if dealing with multiple personalities from various clients day to day isn’t bad enough, I’m privileged with multiple personalities from one seriously obsessed husband; there seems to never be a quiet, peaceful moment. After the morning “Man-tantrums”, In comes a vicious cycle of “Attention Deprived Insecurity Induced Drama”. I should just go ahead and have this shit medically and mentally classified as ADIID. I should probably call in Dr. Phil and have everyone begin calling me “Nikki Whoa” because testing my gangster this early in my day makes me want to say “‘Yo, catch me outside”! As I have stated before, Im a unicorn in a sea of horses. A constant fight for survival with only two directions to run; Work smarter not harder or be dumber and slumber. Methodical and strategical; tactical and practical. To succeed In a disaster induced atmosphere, one must be prepared to stay ten steps ahead of everyone in her path. This is an acquired skill, one that doesn’t come as standard issue on the various “treats” that are littered across the adult classifieds. Drive and determination in addition to goals and a desire to use this industry as a steppingstone for something better, fuels a money-hungry go-getter with the power to overcome any and all obstacles that may stand in her way to success. The secret, is learning to become a very talented actress with a slick tongue and quick wit. Just like a fighter, you find your opponents weakness and pounce on it. You must become a predator and stalk your prey. It’s a dog eat dog world, and I want to eat steak, not kibbles. This business can be extremely lucrative, but you must be willing to step inside the minds of the darkest, creepiest, sex craved maniacs. Beware, treacherous curves lie ahead…. You know, most of these patrons, make this job feel like stealing candy from little babies. It’s wrong, and you know it’s wrong, but having it come so easy is part of the addiction. Ninety percent of these men have something weird about them that makes me feel like I came down with a deadly dose of Anal Glaucoma, (because I sure as hell can’t see my ass dealing with them today). But as the old saying goes, money talks, bullshit walks… So I put on my dummy armor and head for my future migraine. The phone starts to chirp and I embark on my adventure for the day. Will it be candy canes and gum drops or shit roasted wiener dogs? To no surprise, the first caller doesn’t disappoint. He is hopped up on Viagra and old school player confidence. “Rico suave” ends up being “Nico don’t come my way!” and pulls up in a 1995 Buick LeSabre equipped with a spiderwebbed front windshield and broken passenger door handle. As he smiles and shows his nicotine and coffee stained chompers, you get slapped in the face with his overindulgence of Aqua Velva and Stetson. He licks his thumbs and smooths his eyebrows, and steps out of his redneck Cadillac trailing yesterdays fast food wrappers across your driveway. The first thought that crosses your mind? “Hola señor no Habla Inglis” and run back inside to the comfort and safety of your humble abode. Ahhh, wishful thinking. Rent is due, car needs gas, husband needs bond money and the kids need EVERYTHING! It’s kind of like diving into a cold deep swimming pool; hold your nose and pray. Then once Chester-the-Molester’s inside, you feel scraped and burned, disgusting and returned. Ten minutes later, he is cursing at the LeSabre as he has to work to restart it. Then finally, to no avail, he backs out and into the street and relief washes over. Holy shit, I’m sure glad he’s gone! Now back inside to remove his awful stench from you and your surroundings. The day continues with text and phone calls that never cease to amuse me. Just when I think I’ve heard it all some idiot hits my line with something so entertaining, I must screenshot the interaction and share it with whoever will listen. I actually think some of the guys believe that if they try hard enough , they may win an escorts heart over, forever dipping and slipping in her income. I do want to make it clear, not all clients are bad clients. Occasionally one comes along that makes life a little easier; a normal guy. Maybe he’s married, or single, or just likes living alone, but unlike their counterparts, these guys, are much more rare than a unicorn in a sea of horses, they are more like finding an albino alligator in Alaska. If you happen to luck upon this very unusual oddity , then treat him like the valuable ornate being that he is and keep him coming back. These are the special ones I attempt to mold into what I like to call “Sugar Daddy Prospects”. Although these guys tend to be much more clingy and needy than the aforementioned, they provide a safety and comfort unlike anyone else. It’s amazing to have someone to call when things don’t go as planned. It’s like having a “on call boyfriend”. No drama, no headaches, or laundry scattered on the floor. He’s there for your convenience as you are for his. I always prioritize these relationships over my other clients because having someone to call if things get rough is extremely invaluable. They aren’t always generous enough to make them the solo-dolo, but it’s an amazing feeling to not have to sweat small shit and knowing you have a backup plan makes this whirlwind life a little more stable. This industry is extremely profitable and the fast, easy money can be an addiction worse than drugs. For me, it was a curse placed on me at a young age. I saw the glamor and glitz, then got completely lost in a pile of crumpled bills larger then I had ever seen. Very quickly I developed what I like to call “Princess Brat Syndrome” or “PBS”. It’s symptoms include, but are not limited to, snobbish-laughter, uncontrollable whining, spontaneous tantrums, extreme laziness , and a horrible case of “resting bitch face”. The ability to acquire and work a normal job is now out the window. Even when attempted, I am faced with the awful realization that the paycheck i worked so hard for all week could’ve been made in an hour being spoiled and pampered by one of the many suitors lined up to be center of my attention at that time. Fast forward, 20 years, and here I sit, alone in an expensive hotel room, waiting for my miracle. An intelligent mind vanishing into thin air, unable to see the catastrophe that lies ahead. At 41, I’m starting over. I’m in college, I am promoting myself and my brand all over social media and then chasing a dream I’ve had since adolescence. My days are hectic and extremely tight, but my desire to regain confidence in myself continues to be a driving force. I am determined to succeed in becoming a normal, law abiding citizen. Unfortunately though, in my world, you have to shovel a little shit to be able to ride the horse. So, it’s onto the next, I hope for the best, and pray some idiot doesn’t put my patience to the test.
By Nicole Poston4 years ago in Filthy
