A whore of the spas, of cold beer, of the dive bar, of cigarettes and the lost lighter, of "another one because she's with me and I'm paying." I'm not a saintly whore! I'm a whore! Because a whore is born a whore, there's no such thing as creating a "social identity." A true whore respects her home, her family, her social circle, but not her money. I don't care about your balance because you know how to give me gifts... I like the treat, the gift that arrives unexpectedly, the ass winking and the pussy drooling while you support me because the sparkle is in my eyes! The more you give me, the more I offer you, I whisper your name, I call you a scoundrel, my man, my macho, a rascal, a bastard... You pay for my cigarettes, my drinks, my bills, you give me gifts... I can call you love and you call me a whore while you think you're sleeping with someone else. I'll be waiting for you, naughtier than ever, while you go give me a handjob somewhere hidden, giving me that gift I've been asking for, and of course, a little kiss on my ass with the taste of my sticky pussy and ass. Of course, you know that if you don't, there's someone else in your place... Who can give me more, so I can cum more, but even if he doesn't, I'll still be a slut and come back to you until someone better comes along... But it's because I'm a slut... I always want more... Much more!! I think I need some pampering... #enddom