It really is incredibly hard to walk away from a pair of patent heels when you have been captured in their orbit. I can see them shimmering on the shelf; a half inch platform on the sole, a triangulated toe all fixed and severe and the narrowest of 5" heels with a brilliantly refective metal spike.
I am circling them, keeping them in the corner of my sight, pretending to myself that I haven't seen them, don't want them, haven't fallen in love with them already.
by CumGirl
"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
"Not butter! What is it then?"
"It's 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter'."
"What?"
by CumGirl
Patriarchy cockspit splatters at my impervious flesh, no more consequential than raindrops hammering at a window pane.
On my knees where you've pushed me, pressed me, kept
me for my entirety. To pray, to scrub, to suck, to serve. The taunts and
catcalls that reverberate in my inattentive ears a soundtrack from eternity.
"Cumdump, cumslut, cocksleeve, whore."