Seriously. I mean it.
I want my feet worshiped: rubbed, washed, massaged, licked and kissed.
Same goes for my ass. Actually I will take a good ass fucking too because I deserve it. Maybe two.
I want to be fanned the whole time so that I do not break out in a sweat.
Water, cold water with ice and fresh fruit served to me before I even have a want of it.
Also a steak, red thick and still mooing with onions and mushrooms on the side.
Wine, red wine, lots of it.
I want my pussy licked, nibbled on and sucked on till I decide which and how many I am going to fuck.
Then I want it eaten again after I am done. Cleaned and sparkling, ready for round two.
I want my nipples blown on, bitten, pinched and twisted.
No kissing on the mouth.
Why you may ask am I calling for all the male sluts of the land?
Because I have survived and completed my task.
I have been subject to pins stuck in my tits, thighs and step on more than a few and dare I say I sat on two.
I have driven out a daemon that broke needles, thread and any other working part that could break, get stuck or leave me with spare parts. No amount of oil, tenderness or tears would do – it called for blood. My blood.
I was covered in microscopic filth that burned my eyes, made my tongue feel funny and cut my nails because I could not stand the sight of the fibers stuck beneath them.
I want sweet almond oil, warmed, rubbed into my skin and massaged into every muscle I have.
I want fingers probing inside every wet hole till I am spent.
I am finished.
Oh you may think who cares my wife, mother, lover, daughter can sew.
Well let me tell you this, I have accomplished a masterpiece of epic patriotic proportion on an ANTIQUE sewing machine that only has ONE SPEED, one stitch setting, and at one point in time was stuck in reverse!!!! (see driven out daemon) not only did this machine make a noise I had not heard outside of a war zone it actually smells questionable, not dead body stink mind you but sulfur from the depths of the underworld.
Oh well la dee da you might say.
To which I respond with evil laughter, the sort that shrivels any ball sack within North American borders!
A hand sew pillow to match.
*wool blanket, with lining, and devil spawned fleece backing. I fucking hate