(submitted by: @Anonymous)
i’m jealous of all the beautiful girls you reblog and the attention you give them.
Aw, babydoll… you’re confused! Poor thing. You think you’re jealous, but really, you’re thankful for every pretty girl in the world.
I mean, c’mon… look at yourself. (Metaphorically and otherwise.) I’m sure you’re perfectly fine in your way; you have your charms, no doubt. But you need more than that, given what you want. You’ve fucked around and developed a taste for men who can have their pick… but when it comes to being picked, let’s just say that you’re a fruit oft discarded for irregularities.
Based purely on your modest merits, then, you’re unlikely to even approach the sort of attention you crave. But conveniently, a cunt can have nice things without actually deserving them… it’s all a matter of deciding what she’s willing to sacrifice in the pursuit.
That’s where those pretty girls come in handy! No, it’ll never be you being casually tossed on to the bed and giggling with every bounce. It’ll never be you being comforted like a child and then hurt like a woman. It’ll never be you hearing me whisper how right you feel inside. It’ll be her, someone with a more realistic view of her situation.
But through the magic of cunt, you can be right there. Right in the room. You can be with us as the smell of her fills the air. You can watch her eyes roll back as I choke her and you meekly cheer her on. You can soothe her when it gets bad, and remind her of how lucky she is to be in her place. If you’ve been particularly helpful, you might get to touch my hand while I’m using her to get off. You can even clean up my mess.
The point is: you can be a part of it. It’s possible. For the low, low price of your dignity, dowry, and dreams, you can have a place. Your cause is not lost.
And it’s all thanks to her.