I arrive at your door.
I drop to my knees.
I look like a fucking whore.
My dirty blonde hair is up in pigtails. You want to grab me by them like they’re handles and direct my head to a more opportune location. I’m wearing just enough black eye makeup to make it run when you face fuck me. And you will face fuck me. You’ve been waiting.
I look like a fucking whore.
I’m wearing a plain leather collar wrapped around my neck. It’s matte black, except for a silver metal stud and loop at the front. You’ve clipped on a leash to it. That was your choice for the evening. You decided I would be leashed. The end of the leash that isn’t attached to my neck is in your hand. Where it belongs.
I look like a fucking whore.
My body is barely contained by the pink, flowery dress I’m wearing. The top wraps around my substantial tits and binds them in the perfect position. Perfect for what? Staring. Groping. Fucking. Slapping. Pinching. All things you’ve done before. But you appreciate the constriction of the dress all the same.
I look like a fucking whore.
No bra, no panties, never. My tummy peaks through the midriff of the dress. The skirt is tight to my thick thighs and fat ass, which are splayed out perfectly to you as I’m on my hands and knees in front of you. If you choose to turn me around, you’d see my permanently wet pussy because the dress is so short and my back is so arched.
I look like a fucking whore.
I’m wearing shiny black platform heels. I can barely walk in them. I wobbled my way through your door. I look so stupid. I’m so relieved to get on my hands and knees for you because I can kick off those fucking heels. It’s also just where I belong. On my hands and knees. At your feet.
I look like a fucking whore.
Your fucking whore.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sxe576/how_you_see_me_f4a
Beautifully written, whore.
Such a good fucking whore!