Whore!

Whore!

I love that word. It is the perfect description for what I am. I am a whore. Now, many a man refuses to use that word with me thinking it derogatory. To me, it isn’t. It is a wonderful word – much like the word cunt. I own it.

A whore, to me, is a woman who fucks for money. I am not a ho. I would never fuck anyone for the sheer thrill of it. Sex is sacred. I know – what the fuck? Right? I get it. I love pleasure. It drives me. It feeds my sexual energy like nothing else.

I am not an escort. I am not a prostitute. I am not a working girl. I am a whore. As such, I will kiss you like you have never been kissed. I expect to feel passion. I expect pleasure from our interaction. Words excite me.

I don’t care what you look like. It matters not if you have a giant cock or a tiny pecker. But. I get excited by what words you use. I want to lose myself in your dirty mind. Come to the party. I am right here – waiting.

Your Whore!