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There are Two Types of Woman in the World. You are both.
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Sunday. A day of rest, reflection, and when you do your best con work. You see, you’ve convinced everyone that you are a good, wholesome, clean woman.

When you go grocery shopping you don’t wear anything that would draw too much attention, a normal sweater and some jeans. They aren’t your typical mom jeans, extenuating one of your best assets, but nothing that would be deemed inappropriate.

At work, you are professional. If you wear a skirt, always have tights underneath to not draw too much attention. A button up with a cardigan is not out of the question either. You are keen enough to understand your workplace. Don’t intimidate the men.

At church, well you present as the most well respected woman in the community. There is a reputation to uphold. Clutch your pearls and all that. Confession would be a fun tune in.

But here is the caveat, that isn’t you. Well, not the you that I know. Sure, that pristine canvas is always how I first see you. It’s certainly not the finished product. No, she is an entirely different woman. One full of heat and primal hunger. One that easily sinks to her knees, opening wide to reveal her gaping throat. Tongue out of course. One that turns off her brain, gives up all control, and attentively listen to each degrading word my lips form like it’s her favorite weekly cooking podcast.

The spots of spit, sweat, and cum erratically stained across her tattered blouse make it clear she isn’t afraid of a mess. Those mom clothes suddenly look like the splash art piece she was just admiring at the local gallery. Neat and nice can stay at home.

It took some time to get to this point. Hours, days, months of creating the perfect dance floor. It lies in trust. So when I say “Yes, and…” there is no hesitation. She already knows the next step instinctively. That’s the beauty of seduction. When it is done correctly, thoroughly, all it takes is a simple flick of the thumb and she finds her most vulnerable place. Willingly.

She is my manic pleasing slut. A queen in her own right and I need another heavy hit like a junkie.

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