Hello, boyfriend. The only reason I call you that is that you basically pay me to date you. I keep promising you that I’m going to fuck you, but you never quite do enough to earn it. Well here’s what I’m going to do tonight, sweetheart. I am gonna fuck. I’m gonna cum, and I’ll have orgasm after orgasm. And you know what? You won’t be there. How do you expect me to just be with you? You would suck in bed. You’re not a real man. The only pull you have is financial. Which is great and everything, but um...yeah, the dick part? I’m gonna need you to step aside for that. And you know who’s gonna ...

Hello, boyfriend. The only reason I call you that is that you basically pay me to date you. I keep promising you that I’m going to fuck you, but you never quite do enough to earn it. Well here’s what I’m going to do tonight, sweetheart. I am gonna fuck. I’m gonna cum, and I’ll have orgasm after orgasm. And you know what? You won’t be there. How do you expect me to just be with you? You would suck in bed. You’re not a real man. The only pull you have is financial. Which is great and everything, but um...yeah, the dick part? I’m gonna need you to step aside for that. And you know who’s gonna step up? Any one of the bulls I’ve got lined up. Let me tell you, in detail, about a couple of them. I’ll explain in detail what he does to my body to make me moan and scream. I want to see you squirm in shame. I’m saving my ass for them, and I don’t say no to them. And do you know who I’m thinking of while he holds me down and fucks me however he wants? NOT YOU.
I’m not thinking of the person who bought me the lingerie; I’m thinking of how good I look being fucked in the lingerie. You turn me on in a different way, and it’s not sexually. And you’ve heard me being turned on sexually, in the other room, with two men at once, while you do housework. After, you come in and launder my cum-stained expensive sheets that you bought for us – which you never enjoy. Maybe one day I’ll let you watch: stand in the corner, crying, jerking off, while two big burly men with big fat cocks make me whimper and squeal, cum and gush, in a way that you never ever will. Cuz you know what you are? You’re a cuck. That’s all you’ll ever be. God, I love fucking men; I love you. I love making you cry while I take every last bit from your wallet. I love when you take me out to expensive restaurants and I pick up strange guys at the restaurant bar. You sit at another table, and I make you watch while another man puts his fingers and hands all over me. But along with the look of horror on your face, I can tell that you kind of get off on watching me get fucked and groped. You should thank them, and pay for whatever we order. Because our dates are really just preludes to fucking anyway.
So, sweetie, who are you going to pay to fuck me next? Who are you gonna let penetrate your girl? Who are you gonna degrade yourself for? That’s the ultimate humiliation for a man: to have his woman fucked by anyone but him. Not only that, but to pay for it; to thank him for it; and to even be a grateful audience for it. How fucking pathetic. What are you gonna do, break up with me? I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, and you know it. In exchange for being able to say that I’m with you, you’ve gotta watch, accept, and even enjoy sharing me. You’re nothing but a wallet to me. Part of what gets me off while I’m having sex with others is your absolute humiliation, and the cha-ching of your money going into my life. And that’s the most sexual I’m going to be with you.
I’ll permit you to watch my escapades, while you pretend that I’m yours. But I’ll never truly be yours, will I? Thank me for giving you my time, for napping next to you fully clothed while you fantasize about what you can never have: ME.