Women often call me a dog. They said it’s wrong to use a woman for whatever I see fit, whether it be food, money, and especially sex. If she comes crawling to me, flashing her baby blues or brown kisses, practically begging for it, I will comply. If she wants me to rock her body, bend her till she breaks, then I will oblige. But don’t be hating, judging when I kick her out. We both received what we desired (especially her), and it is my own abode. My house, my rules, get out bitch, you’re done with me, I am done with you.
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