Rising
Her new-found self-love saved her from falling.
This time she was not held by any restraint, neither fiscal nor mental. She wrapped in a tiny crimson lingerie set. She was the one who set the rhythm of her passion. Her broad hips, and her firm ass and juicy breasts, vibrated at the rate she chose. The lioness was free from her cage.
She got fed up with wild animals that only cared about someone sucking their penis, then making less effort than a rock to please their lover in turn.
Through humiliation and bitter tears she understood that they were the ones who had been born to kneel before a goddess like her. It wasn’t selfishness. Gentlemen who knew how to behave before her would, in the end, get the sweet reward of an orgasm that would leave them shaken from end to end. She discovered that sensuality comes in all shapes and sizes, and that more than a matter of shapes, it is a matter of being confident. The past no longer mattered. She was looking for a way to satisfy her desires without getting hurt by anything or anyone. And apparently, she had found what she was looking for so much.
She didn’t care if other women spoke ill of her behind her back. After all, having self-love is something that many people never forgive.
If they indulged any fool who crossed their paths, it was not the problem of this haughty goddess. It wasn’t her fault that those other women settled for such a faded love.
Many who had humiliated her in the past, now killed to dream that those fleshy lips of hers would explode their manhoods with pure passion.
Instead of making fun of her extra kilos, they dreamed of placing their hungry tongues between those well-rounded pair of thighs.
But that was a privilege that obviously not every mortal deserved…
