Sluts. Fleshlights. Nothing more than fuck dolls.

Gold diggers. Bimbos. Basic bitches. Superficial whores.

Growing up, I used to be someone that had a huge disgust for those that enjoyed living superficial, shallow lives. Fake personalities covered up with fake appearances living for fake pleasures. I used to be a man that praised 'conservative' and 'traditional' women. Women who stayed true to who they were.

Then I met a blonde, basic white bitch that loved going to Starbucks everyday with slutty yoga pants that hugged her curves every which way. A whore that couldn't leave her house without a full face of make-up and a brand new set of nails every two weeks. A bimbo that desired nothing more than to be am armpiece for a man who could finance her enhancements while making sure her brains were fucked out every night. A snow bunny that needed all of the above to be done by a man with a big black cock.

It took a while, but eventually I caved and started to keep an open mind with her. It didn't take long until she had those glossed up lips wrapped around my head, sliding up and down, leaving coat after coat of spit to make my dick shine in the light... It was the perfect opportunity for her to ask if we could go to Sephora right after she sucked the soul out of me... And it was insanely hard to say no.

Needless to say, she got a new eye shadow palette that day, along with new sets of lipsticks and gloss. That night, I watched her put them on... And dive right back onto this cock. I loved staring at her newly made face as it held my attention... Especially when those eyes rolled back as I stretched out her pussy.

Since then, I've always felt like these types of women knew how to work for their dick. Knew how to push buttons and really bring men to the edge... Leading to them getting used to their heart's content. Stretched. Ruined. Left desperately catching their breath... Knowing they're going to have to buy new clothes, put on a new face of make-up, and regain their confidence to take more dick tomorrow.

I've met more sluts who all want to be taken out to the mall during the day, and dicked down by black cock at night. It's satisfying when they break for the night. Begging for more and more as they rile me up. Getting exactly what they want. Cock that doesn't stop, and as many shopping sprees as they want.

Now? Now I understand why superficial sluts are better. I love it all. I love talking about it. I love being rock hard... Watching my whores go in and out of the dressing rooms while they ask for my input... Fully knowing I'm using them as soon as we get home.

I love it when they bring out their phones while they blow me. Scrolling through them, showing me all kinds of shit they want to buy... New sets of nails to curl around my cock... Slutty chokers... Fancy rings and necklaces... New hairstyles... Higher heels... Expensive purses... All while asking for my credit card... And knowing they'll have to give up their bodies for more.

I love it when they tell me how much better fake tits and BBL's are than real assets.

I love it when all of their teasing finally catches up to them... And they find themselves bent over, and railed. I love it when they lose control, and give in to their primal desires... And at the end of it all, knowing they're getting more gifts the very next day.

Treated like a bonafide slut in the bedroom, and a shallow, bimbo queen outside of it.

I've had sluts teach me a good bit about the things that excite them... And now nothing gets me harder than talking about it.

I hate to say this... But I've also started to dip my toe into astrology... And I can't help but listen to you talk about all of this bullshit if you start wrapping the very same nails I just bought you... Around my cock.

I'm an Aries. If you know, you know.

If you love chatting about this kind of shit, hit me up. Just expect to be used as much for your body as you use me for my attention.