Knowing exactly what I think of him.
The way he looked disgusted me. Fat. Arrogant. Posing as this savior.
This woman lover. More than a therapist. A gentle soul.
I didn't buy it. Any of it.
''I helped a woman like you before. She was smart but didn't trust anyone. But she trusted me. We even became lovers somehow.''
I Must of vomitted in my mouth at this point. Wasn't it obvious?
-I Bet you did. Said that on a tone that was supposed to make any male realise how stupid he really is, but he didn't quite get me so I continued.
-Your attempt is silly. You're not gonna get in my pants.
''Why won't you let me help you?''
-You are. I am listening to your opinion regarding what you think might be wrong with me. But don't expect me to buy all of your bulshits.
''I think you're a lesbian. Not Bisexual. That must be the reason why you act so badly with men. It makes sense''
I was looking at my legs at that point.. how perfectly shapped they were, at my beautiful perky breasts , at my small waist and at my whole body overall and how it must of looked in that dress. How he must of imagined me naked underneath it and how that image could easily make any man insane really, totally nuts, and forgetting what he had to do in the first place, which was his JOB.
Not hitting on me.
But I smiled and listened to whatever he said simply because it was amusing. BUT then his words woke me up from my day dreaming. Now he was proposing we run away. Visit the whole world, Be lovers forever. And how he could give me everything I ever wanted. Show me what a man's love really is. How devoted he could become.
I started laughing.Then the talk ended with me humiliating him.
And there I was thinking. Could I really HATE something that I can so easily control, own?
Something that gives me such satisfaction to tease, manipulate, torture?
Could I hate something that does it for me. Sexually?
That I chased, raped, fucked for so many times and was pleased of?
If I were indeed a lesbian I surely loved to fuck males, physically, mentally, intellectually, sexually, you name it.
MALES were my favourite toys to play with.
So could I really hate my toys?
It made no sense really.
I ADORE everything that gives me Satisfaction.
I love to get off. It makes me purr like a kitten.
For me the perfect mornings start with tea, sex, breakfast and me rolling in bed naked and purring. And if I please ruining a few male's lives before lunch time.
While my life seems.. like a twisted perverted tale.. for me is normality.
Anything that gets me off has sense to me.
It can be pure physical animalistic sex.
It can be Power and Sadism
It can be MONEY. LOTS. and Taking them away from male's hands
While many people try to define me. All I see is pleasure.
And I don't hate males. I USE males.
It's a totally different thing. More Sexual also. Not to mention pleasing.