Rich Bitches

These two brothers that lived in LA. Rich little bitchy boys with a chauffeur who let them use his apartment as their flop house. Not that they didn’t own many, many houses…but I suppose after thrashing so many rooms from heavy partying their parents put the kabash on that. I met a few of this kind. Some I can get along with and some I can’t.

It’s that sense of entitlement that’s off-putting. It’s that everything and everyone is buyable and expendable and subject to their whims. It disgusts me. Maybe because it seems mostly true, maybe because we all have a tipping point and reason that makes selling ourselves: be it souls or bodies not excluding blackmail viable.*

Anyway these little rich bitches were so rude to me. I of course wouldn’t give them the time of day regardless. I gave them zero attention. They spelled trouble with a capitalized and underlined T and they seemed cruel.

I don’t mind some cruelty for fun in the bedroom with someone you care about. How they liked treating people was more bordering evil. Why I even spent as much time with them as I did that night was a fluke really. I’ve lived a few really beautiful farces I’ll tell you that much.

I don’t understand that. I am who I am because I want you to love* *the real me and because I love the real me.

I will reveal myself to you in all my realms as we get there. You will have complete access to me. When I love; I love you so much more than you will ever guess I love you. I will do so many little things you never knew you were missing in life. As my sub you will have to earn it though. So come at me with 100% honesty. It’s the only way. Right?***

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Everyone has insecurities, demons, secrets, secret dreams of all kinds. I promise to keep yours safe and I will expect the same from you. Of course I’ve revealed a whole bunch of mine online. Silly, silly me. If you’re reading this you have a massive heads start. Lol

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I’ve never sold my body (for money). Men seem to think dinner counts but I’ve been on tons of dates and never put out soo yea. Who knows and I’ve gotten straight to sex and never wanted to get to know the person on any level whatsoever, especially not a meal. (That was primarily in my 20’s though. Boy were those fun times.)

**,or not love I suppose,

***I don’t honestly assume that anyone in the very small audience I have is a potential sub. I mean sure could be. I won’t rule it out. But I’m just kind of talking to myself out loud with these posts sometimes.

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I swear sometimes it feels like we aren’t allowed to love ourselves in this society and then everyone else buys into the stupid game too. Why? It doesn’t make sense to want to be miserable in that sense. You carry you around everywhere you go. Don’t you want to love that person? You don’t need anyone’s approval to have that.

Some misery and most especially pain during sex is totally different and consensual BDSM is yummy. I say. Lol

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As an addendum:

I’ve met lots of very nice, genuine, caring rich people. They exist and hopefully these boys outgrew this entitlement debauchery but power and money can corrupt rather easily. Now that’s a slippery slope if ever there were any. Lol but again; not everyone. Thankfully!

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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