All Mine
A bit of a diversion from my usual disturbing self (check out my other stuff in the horror and thrills section), but still a strange story...
Men are weak. It is obvious. Everything is controlled by physical desire; lust. But that's ok. It just lets us girls have our fun with them. This desire lets us, or rather the intelligent among us to use and abuse this weakness. Exploiting weakness is what makes women the better gender.
I have had several boyfriends. Each one is now heartbroken somewhere, unable to love again. Serves them right. They just expected a few minutes of sex. Instead they got a whole lot more. I am very persuasive. Most girls can be if they try. But that is beside the point. Being able to wrap men around my finger is vital for my particular pastime.
It's quite simple really. I go to bars. I choose a man. Court him for several weeks, convince them that I am 'the one' or some other pile of crap and then I leave him, alone. I steal everything from him of course. I have to make a living somehow.
And that is my life. Don't have many friends, none at all worth mentioning. But I don't mind. I am quite safe on my own. It is relaxing to be totally self-reliant. No one else comes to my flat when I am 'off duty'.
I get inside. Smell the sweet smell of perfection. Actually it smells like wet paint (I have just finished redecorating) but still, utter bliss.
Kick my shoes off. Put my groceries down onto my table. Sit on my sofa and watch TV. It is a hard life, isn't it?
Ten o'clock. Time to set off. Put on my red dress. It never fails. Put on my heels. Walk out the door, down the stairs and into the night. I can taste the bitter air, but all is bitter to me now.
Go to my usual club. Go dancing, drinking. Can see several men eyeing me up. Not really into the whole multi-person relationships so I have to choose one of them. The saddest, most desperate guy I can see. There he is.
He is alone. Looks over to me but when I look at him he turns away; pretends to not see me. He is nervous, almost terrified. He thinks I am looking at him for other reasons. The fool.
Sit down. Finish my drink. Walk over to him slowly. He nearly chokes on his vodka. Try my most seductive walk. He can't resist me. There he is, all mine for the taking. An innocent pig to the slaughter. And here I am, the joyful executioner, the breaker of young men's hearts. And I am loving every second.
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I have had several boyfriends. Each one is now heartbroken somewhere, unable to love again. Serves them right. They just expected a few minutes of sex. Instead they got a whole lot more. I am very persuasive. Most girls can be if they try. But that is beside the point. Being able to wrap men around my finger is vital for my particular pastime.
It's quite simple really. I go to bars. I choose a man. Court him for several weeks, convince them that I am 'the one' or some other pile of crap and then I leave him, alone. I steal everything from him of course. I have to make a living somehow.
And that is my life. Don't have many friends, none at all worth mentioning. But I don't mind. I am quite safe on my own. It is relaxing to be totally self-reliant. No one else comes to my flat when I am 'off duty'.
I get inside. Smell the sweet smell of perfection. Actually it smells like wet paint (I have just finished redecorating) but still, utter bliss.
Kick my shoes off. Put my groceries down onto my table. Sit on my sofa and watch TV. It is a hard life, isn't it?
Ten o'clock. Time to set off. Put on my red dress. It never fails. Put on my heels. Walk out the door, down the stairs and into the night. I can taste the bitter air, but all is bitter to me now.
Go to my usual club. Go dancing, drinking. Can see several men eyeing me up. Not really into the whole multi-person relationships so I have to choose one of them. The saddest, most desperate guy I can see. There he is.
He is alone. Looks over to me but when I look at him he turns away; pretends to not see me. He is nervous, almost terrified. He thinks I am looking at him for other reasons. The fool.
Sit down. Finish my drink. Walk over to him slowly. He nearly chokes on his vodka. Try my most seductive walk. He can't resist me. There he is, all mine for the taking. An innocent pig to the slaughter. And here I am, the joyful executioner, the breaker of young men's hearts. And I am loving every second.
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