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​​Objectified?                                                       (18+ Language)

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What? You think because I put on a short skirt and walk across the floor in my high heeled stilettos, bubbly breasts barely restrained pushing up over my bra shown’ through my low cut blouse, thighs sliding over each other under hips that sing fuck me - that I'm somehow less than the primped and pressed suits that give me sideways glances, as if they understood the undoing I would share in later in the night.

You say I‘m “objectified?” Ha! Did I look at yo’ man looking at me? NO? That’s right! You saw my concentrated eyes on the only man in the room, my man. He and I locked eyes from the moment I could see him across the way, and he could see me, yeah, he saw me, and only me. Oh, sorry if yo' man looked my way and made you feel insecure cause that was not my intention, but I am sure my man noticed this because he tells me that he loves the way other men look, wantn’ me, but I never see those other men. I only see my man.

You say what! He’s objectifying me? Shit! You have no clue sista’. I’m working his every last nerve, baby girl. When I approach him with my body in full feminine sway, I know the effect that I’m having on him. I know my man. If your man is caught up in that, you sho should work on your game!

Here’s the truth sista’. Listen up close so you can learn somethin’ here. I’m objectifying him! Silly little girl, I know that the rock of my hips calls to him, he’s all animal, he can’t ignore what I’m carryin’. Whew! The lust in his eyes drills me as the others in the room watch and desire to know me too. But I have to admit, this is not just for him, well, for sure, not in the end.

I’m the waiter, that’s right, the patient one. I told and sold my story all night long. I’ve prepared myself and worked the deal. He watches me and cannot deny the vibrant sexual hum that I force into his senses. He is conditioned to respond, just like your man if you’d paid attention.

Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve been objectifying my man from day one! This objectification ain’t no image sold to me by the media and paid for by advertising stuff to sell me, shit those fools be proppin’ up those skinny ass pseudo sexy models and never ending hot porn pussy, them phony ass chicks. Nope. This objectification is a slow seduction that takes place in the day to day. Everyday!

Here is my design, baby. I'm an imperfect being like y'all women except them airbrushed fakes that are portrayed in the image of real women. No, here is the real thing. I’m the woman who wakes each morning and shakes my sleepy ass into the kitchen to make a small cooked breakfast for my man. I keep a house, and go to work too, pulling in half of the income to help it all come together until it’s time to let loose on the weekend!

I also keep myself up too, but that is a secret until I dress it up, my audacious and full figured self that’s been hidin’ underneath the everyday office woman all week long. When I get ready to go out with my man, I don’t play “housewife” or at “working sophisticate” or some other such bullshit. I am my naturally sexy me! Nope, when we go out, it’s for us, and I play the roll!

I slide that short skirt over my hips until it sits low on my waist and smooth over my width, and then comes my low cut blouse that slips over my round cleavage as it comes floating down from above my head, yeah, I watch it come to rest comfortably on top of the swells of my breasts. Yes, I know that I look good, hot, and I will turn them heads, and that is fine by me, but in the end it’s all for him and I get the benefit.

We always have our fun goin’ out, and when we finally get home he’s ready, he wants me completely, I can taste his desire in the air! Umhum! Now’s the time to play!

I take my time acting like precious minutes ain’t awastin’ making sure that he see himself filling me, and having me in the most ungentlemanly ways, as I move around like a cat making myself busy with everything, but him. I know the thoughts he has, I’ve been the receiver of his fucking after intentionally ignoring his wants many times before. I done took care of his needs all week long! Ha! I let it build, and build, and build until he cannot be controlled. After I’ve stoked up the animal in him, the snake in his pants, yes, then I allow it strike forward, when he’s good and ready, only when I know that he totally needs me. When we get to it, girl…um... when he has me just like I want him to. That it sista'... that it!

Here’s the thing, when I'm getting my fill and he takes me hard n’ fast into the night, I ask you, who's objectified?

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