You’d think that after having taken hundreds upon thousands from these “men” they’d have nothing left to give...
clearly not by the way they come crawling back to me time and time again.
😋💞
If it’s not “My one and only function is to please you. To transfer my every paycheque to you. To make you happy and fulfil your every desire, whatever means necessary” then I don’t want it.
You love the fact that your tributes contribute to my lifestyle…
It becomes a little game of what if?
What if that last send paid for my latest pedicure?
What if that last triple digit tribute funded my newest lingerie haul?
What if it covered the bartender’s tip during cocktails with the girls?
Every time you swear you’re done…
You end up crawling right back to me.
At this point, your hands and knees must be covered in scars, cuts, and bruises.
Mmmm…
Although I’d wager your wallet has suffered far worse.
If it’s not “My one and only function is to please you. To transfer my every paycheque to you. To make you happy and fulfil your every desire, whatever means necessary” then I don’t want it.
Personally…
I just think it’s really hot when you’re on your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, begging to spiral deeper for Goddess.
Problem? 🙂
If your bank account hasn’t intervened, blocked your card, and demanded verbal confirmation that you’re willingly making each financial decision…
then you’re simply not sending hard enough.
Every day that I exist is a charitable act.
I’m essentially donating purpose to your otherwise empty, absurdly lacklustre life.
So yes, it makes perfect sense that you spiral and send every chance you get.
I mean… Carpe diem, boys.