I am not like the other girls you have had. Absolutely not. They were so weak, where as I am strong. I do not put up with any bullshit, neither from you or women who try so desperately to garner your attention.
Do not think that I don’t know the little game you play when we are out together. I see how you get that gleem in your eye and smirk on your face. You are scoping out the women in the room to try to find one so you can pseudo flirt with for awhile to garner a reaction from me. And a reaction you get. I know it’s all an act so it doesn’t bother me, and the poor woman who you finally decide upon has no clue what is coming her way.
I act all nice at first, smiling, laughing from across the room until you look over your shoulder at me then lean into her. Then it’s time for me to act. I come straight across the room, and it never fails, the stupid bimbo that you have decided to toy with always says something like, “Excuse me, who are you? We are talking here, go away.” Oh, how I love when they do that.
Then I have to politely, with just a touch of coldness in my voice, sit down on your lap, grab your hand and put it on my tit as I say, “Listen Princess, this is mine, and do you really think someone like him would ever in this lifetime want to fuck someone like you, when he has someone like me?” Then I smile ever so prettily, letting my hand go right to your cock, squeezing it, watching her face fall as she gets it. They always look like they are going to cry.
Then I laugh at them, “Maybe next time Princess.” I happily say as I get up, still hanging onto your crotch as I lead you back over to where I was standing previously. After we get out to the car it’s always a hot fuck fest right there in the parking lot, steaming up the windows, me yelling your name so passers by can hear me.
You know what babes, I think this game that you play has more to do with pleasing me then yourself, because you know I love being your bad-assed, cruel to other women, girlfriend.
Janene
As I lay in our bed thinking, I cannot help but tremble at the thought of your kiss. The anticipation of you coming home and passionately showing me how much you have missed me today with a tender kiss is driving me crazy. By time you actually get here I will be abundantly moist and ready for a proper welcome home. *wink*
