Old enough to be my father which I don't mind except now he wants to be more 'boyfriend'. Boyfriend; what the fuck does that even mean? I have to stop fucking other guys? I have to be in bad at a certain hour? Why not cut the bullshit and call it slavery. I mean what's the point? I still have to pay my bills; I still have to responsibility for myself. Or what; is he going to give me a little allowance now too, and call it even. I don't get these guys. Either way you look at it, it's still the same thing. I could even cheat on him and keep it up. That's what this is really about pride... and arrogance, and hubris too, or something. He wants me to crawl to him and say, 'Yes, Daddy the dick is that good. So good, I'll give everything else up and stay with you in your arms and cry and scream harder Daddy, give it to me Daddy, just make me your boi-pussy Daddy, that's all I want.' Insolent. To think that any one man could satisfy me- could be my everything- could Love me in a world where you buy Love... and at a discount too. Sorry Daddy; you're fucking with the wrong... sex worker. I'll miss you, and the money, and the kindness but... it's this much nicer of me. You won't have to worry about the heartbreak that's surely to come or drama you're inviting into your bed and... I wish I could be what you think I am but I'm... Goodbye.
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oh that ass. that ass. my kingdom for that ass.
Thank you sweet heart... you don't have to give your entire kingdom though... just half.
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