Dear Miss,
I ain't never had a problem keeping my man happy, or yours either. You
see, I'm the one your lover's sneaking out to see in the middle of the
night, hell, sometimes even in the middle of the day. He can never get
enough of this pussy, so wet and tight. I hate to toot my horn, but the
ass is all that. I can tell by the way he swims in it. Often times he
drowns, but that's the part that keeps him coming back.
He wants to break me, make me wifey material, but I'm not made to be
broken. I break pockets; I break hearts, and then along come the happy
homes.
"Why," you ask. Aside from the good sex, I do it because it's easy. You
sit at home nagging your man, slackin, being shy and timid. You don't
do
this, you won't do that. I know this because he tells me. Well let me
introduce myself. I'm! that bitch who will. You've heard of me. I'm the
one your mama warned you about. The best friend all in your business,
the coworker getting a little too friendly on the job, and I've seen
you
in action. You've done everything in your power to push that man
away-blowing up his cell, accusing him of things he's never done, of
being with people he's never met. Well congratulations! Funny thing
is... he ACTUALLY loved you. And I say that in past tense because now I
got him. When he's hanging out with the boys, I got him. When he's
pulling the late night shift, I got him. Shit, even when he's running
to
the store for a drink, you better believe I'm right there....enticing
him. He was reluctant at first, but it didn't take long. I found out
what you were doing and did the exact opposite. Thanks for the tips! He
was putty in my hands.
Now I don't know if it was the way I spread my ass cheeks in public
places for him to pene! trate my deepest desire, or the way that I
dropped
to my knees and took his nine inch dick to the back of my throat
afterwards that did it, but whatever it was, it worked.
Hmmmm...Maybe it was my lunch break special. That's the one where I
would have him fuck me crazy while yelling out your name to catch a
quick nut. Oh that's my favorite! But I don't wanna be you, as a matter
of fact I scream out "I'm not that bitch" in response to it so he
remembers. Call me a freak, but the shit turns me on. Sort of like when
I'm riding his face. Seeing my cum glistening across the lips that you
kiss while he tongue fucks me, is a sight I wish you could see. Who
knows, you might just come across the video. I still have the one where
he's running him tongue up and down my little sensitive ass right
before
he fingers the hell out of it. I still can't believe he got four in. Ha
ha, that was a good one.
But the point is, you may ! look at me as a nasty dirty two faced whore,
but your man thinks differently. He respects me for giving him space. I
don't hound him about where he's been. The truth be told, I don't care.
As long as he delivers what I want how I want, we stay in good
standings. If he's giving up dough for it, even better. But I've never
considered myself a full fledged gold digger. I've never asked him for
shit. As a matter of fact, I don't expect a damn thing from him, but
he'll make sure my needs are taken care of before yours. Why do you
think that is Miss? Because I'm sexy? Maybe. Because I don't question
him, possibly. But if I had to choose, I'd have to say it's because I
throw that inhibited bullshit out the window and work his ass out in
that bedroom. Now for you, this message is too little too late, but you
can help others. He's not the first. Did you think he'd be the last?
I'm
always on the prowl. Neglected men aren't hard to ! find. Now you have
first hand experience to let them all know. Advise them to get on
their
job or a chick like me will gladly fill that part time position.
Your greatest threat,
The Bitch Who Will
