She Goes On Dates, You Wait To Clean Up
Where is she going tonight? It was another thousand dollar dinner last night (child’s play, she called it) at a sushi place her date took her even though he hates raw seafood. All for her. The other night, it was a spontaneous day trip to Paris just to sample croissants, flown private. Just because she mentioned she liked pastries. The weekend before that? Perusing real estate in beach front Penang, simply because she mentioned to her date she had family there. She’s living her best life, never staying with the same man for long, and besides the predictability of her imminent world domination, there is but one other constant in her world: you. You are always ready and waiting for your post-date clean up duties.
She’s a whore when it comes to taking nut from these guys. A complete, dirty slut and she’s so fucking good at it. She loves to indulge and she’s never been one to say no to a big, fat creampie. She never takes it in her mouth though. She saves that privilege just for you.
What do you do while you wait for the woman of your dreams to come home after her dates? She’s got everything she could ever want, you’ve made sure of that, but she’s never felt content with just you. On the contrary, she’s your whole world. You don’t even think about dating anymore; there’s absolutely no point. Your dreams have committed themselves to only be about her. It makes you crazy. It makes you insane. It makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, and you’re never giving it up. It’s penetrated your mind so hard you can’t even get off unless it’s to the thought of her getting impaled by another man’s cock. No condom. Just every inch in her, completely raw, exploding without warning. Nothing stopping his cum from going deep inside her, absorbing into her bloodstream, and fusing with her DNA unless you lick and suck every last drop out.
So you wait at home, like a little dope with no life other than standing at attention, waiting to hear her keys jingle outside the door of the beautiful apartment you bought in her name. You’ve been Pavlov’d to get hard to that sound, and you can feel yourself well up with precum as she walks through her door, looking like a vision of God Herself, every single time. How could you ever do better? How could you ever find happiness again apart from being her little cuck slut? The answers to these questions seem to diminish in importance as she suffocates you with her ass without warning, just the way you like it. Brain fog as she fills your mouth with the contents of what was once inside another man’s balls. She’s all for you, at least once she’s done with him.
