u/Queen_0f_Hades

She probably thinks he’s out enjoying nature. Technically, he is. No hotel. Just me, somebody else’s man.

I’m not asking him for forever. I’m just taking the attention, devotion, and pleasure I came for, then sending him back home with leaves on his clothes and a guilty little secret he’ll think about every time she suggests they go hiking.Some women leave footprints in the woods. I leave pu$$y juice on his face.

No bed. No throne. No audience required. Just a pretty little patch of wilderness, his pretty face and the audacity to take exactly the kind of pleasure I came for. I love teaching him that worship has an outdoor setting too.

Nature provides. I collect what I’m owed🫦

Maybe I’m spoiled. Maybe I simply learned that once you’ve been adored properly, “less” starts feeling terribly inconvenient. I don’t ask for much… just enthusiasm, devotion, and the occasional willingness to become furniture. Cute, right? 🖤 Just me, settling exactly where I belong like, mmm… yes, this will do. Some girls lower their expectations. I prefer to sit on mine🫦

It’s delicious when a Black Queen is completely unbothered while a white man is utterly consumed by her. She doesn’t need to perform. She doesn’t need to beg for devotion. She simply settles into her throne with that wicked little smile and lets him remember exactly who has all of his attention.

For me, it’s casual. For him, it’s the kind of devotion that lingers in his mind long after his Queen gets up

Funny how quickly a man can become devout when the right woman becomes his altar. No hymns, no sermons, no promises of salvation. Just temptation dressed like a goddess and a very eager sinner learning that worship is so much prettier when it comes with a little desperation 😈🖤

...because I’m starting to think she’s been terribly underinformed about her own husband. Such a shame for all that talent to go unappreciated. Don’t worry, though. I’m very committed to making sure his gifts are properly recognized😈🖤

...and please, don’t misunderstand me. The flowers are lovely. Keep them. Put them in water. Take your little pictures. Tell your friends how thoughtful your man is🌹 Meanwhile, he’s with me learning that flowers are cute, but worship requires him to do it from the ground up... kissing and licking my feet while understanding that his pleasure isn’t my responsibility. Perhaps you can handle that part when he gets home. Some women get the gentleman. Some women bring out the filthy little devotee hiding underneath him. We are simply not receiving the same version of that man🖤

He keeps encouraging me to go to hot yoga. I'm starting to think it has nothing to do with my health.