Whore

I always get what I want. That’s just how it works, it’s how it has always worked. I love using my power for bad, it’s just too naughty. It feel too good to refuse, it excites me beyond anything I’ve ever felt. Even thinking about it right now makes me want to push my fingers into my dripping pussy. I guess I just know what a man wants, I know what I want and I know how to get it. Power lies with whoever cares less. But it’s not that simple you need someone to step up to the battle field, play the game. Without the challenge hell it’s just no fun.
My names Kitty, I’m a stone cold bitch. I steal boyfriends and chuck them away when I get bored. Which is pretty quick. What can I say, I like a challenge. Relationships there just to dam boring. None of that burning lust, unsure of what lies beneath a man’s clothes. It’s not just about the first touch sometimes it’s fun to twist people back up when they think the games done, bring them back for round two. You know. Anyway. I have long red curls down to my arse, sexy hourglass body with great legs, cheery red lips and thick black eyeliner outlining my olive green eyes.

Its Friday night and my phones ringing once again the same boring number flashing up on the screen. I rolled my eyes knowing he was just going to beg me to come back to him, like all men do, seems they can’t handle losing to me. I press answer as I apply a new coat of cheery red lipstick. “Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now please leave a m-“ I began in a mocking tone.
“Kitty what the fuck is going on?” Alex asked in a flustered tone.
“I don’t quite follow you” I replied.
“Let me refresh your memory, we spent two days on my bed last week making love kitty. Then you don’t call you don’t text, I see you three nights later with some pricks hands round you.”
“Call it what it is, sex Alex we are both adults” I reply checking myself in the mirror again.
“Apparently only one of us is an adult here!” he shouted.
“Petty”
“Look let me come over so we can talk about this properly” he practically begged. I shrugged to myself in the mirror. “I’m going out”
“Where?” he asked.
“I don’t see why this matters, anyway I’ve got to go I’m going to be late. Talk you later” I said and hung up the phone switching it on silent before putting it back in my purse. I looked over my outfit one more time.