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Donna was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy. She didn’t think she was strange or weird. She had read a great deal.
She felt frustrated most of the time. She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might, a very big might. Donna didn’t want to take such a chance on developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her ass when she revealed her desires.
She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and then call her a filthy slut and bitch if she demanded to be satisfied by a man.
If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hotass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.