B is for Bitch

When you call a bitch a bitch, the true bitches love it.

Kobe Treatment

Prince Charming can't do shit for me.

Don't bring me no flowers! When I go out with a man I'm looking for a little Kobe treatment.

'Nuff said?

Sharing and the Mystic Bonds of Men

I’m real turned on by the whole mystic bonding thing between men. It’s a special dynamic. A man might tell his buddies about how he used you, share all the details. Pretty soon you got another man who heard about it and wants to get some too. Word gets around fast.

Better still, a man will just ask me to take care of one of his partners. I’ve been shared by men that way a lot of times. I admit I like for men to pass me around like that. Sort of like they pass around a six-pack of beer. Everybody tears off a can and throws the empty out when they’re done with it. I get into being used like that.

It’s a simple gesture, really.

There’s no emotion involved. It’s about men sharing physical pleasure with each other.

I’ve also done two men, or a group of men. At the same time, I mean. That has a whole special dynamic too. Sometimes they plan to do it together in advance and just let me in on it when the time comes for me to know what’s jumping off.

Sometimes it just unfolds, like a freaky little drama. Maybe a couple of men just testing how far a bitch like me will go, or maybe it will start with just a little lewd gesture, or few words, or maybe a little more. Maybe a man might take me out to show me off to a buddy or two, then slip his hand up my thigh; not too much at first, just enough to lift my skirt. Then he’ll take it a little bit further. Take it just a step at a time, until he gets my drawers to drop.

Next he might slip his hand between my legs and spread open the pussy split with his thumb and forefinger. Most females find it totally humiliating to have a man spread her pussy lips apart like that, especially to display it to another man. But I enjoy gettin’ displayed like that.

It’s a simple gesture, really.

DP

Then there is double penetration. Somehow this is always a real big turn on for me, but I always worry that I'm just getting greedy. For a while I was dating a Puerto Rican named Arturo. He and his friend Luis would tear my holes up doing DP's all night. It's not so easy as it looks in porno’s. It usually takes a lot of fumbling with position until both men get the rhythm of the fuck strokes going.

Nain Rouge

Detroit is my favorite city. Once upon a time Detroit was French. Not like Paris is French. Detroit was river rat French. I love Detroit.

Sometimes Detroit is a cadaver, sometimes Detroit is a child; a wild child. Sometimes Detroit is a frontier town, perched on the border between the known and the rarely before experienced .

Thugs

I love the thugs. Long live the thugs! Thugs know about what a bitch like me gets used for.

Skank

I dress for men. Short skirts, open toes, tight knit tops, nipples showing though the cloth, the whole freak uniform. I let a man know what I’m about. I’m chronic, compulsive and sex addicted. I crave it.

Prince Charming can’t do a thing for me. I like a man who treats a bitch bad. I need for a man to make me feel like I'm the lowest thing in his world. I can't explain why, but I need it like that to get off.

I like do it with men I meet off the street. It’s anonymous, secret. Anything might jump off. They know I’m out asking for it. It’s all about the deep, dark and degrading fuck. I become “the fuck,” the bottom of mans world; just a hole, the kind of bitch who nature made just to be used. I see it in their eyes and hear it in their voices. I am just a hole.

I like the opportunity for the spontaneous that this street encounter provides, the anonymity, above all the darkness, and the opportunity for the totally depraved. I like the feeling of these men, the heat and tension of a man, the way his body feels as he experiences what he likes. I like the attitudes of men like that. Like I said, I crave it.

A is for Anal

There ain’t no nice way to do anal sex.

You know, I know, every man knows only bad girls like to take it up the ass. Bad like me. I like it up the ass. Bad enough to do it face down, bent over the back of the trunk of a car way back around the dark turn in some alley; maybe have two or three fella’z take a turn running up in it, running up against the lining of my rectum. Bent over the trunk of a car serving it up to them.

Rectum, rectumy, wrecktomy. That feeling of getting my asshole stretched. Two or three fella’z all in a train. Knocking down walls. Driving in deep, makin’ a hole. Drivin' the dicks deep. Deep up in my guts. Makin' a hole.

Makin’ a big wide hole where my little pink anus used to be.