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Still On My Shit {Stiletto Diaries}
Even through the rain..
The strain of filtering this from that
Through all psychological
And physical pain inflicted upon me over the years
My attitude still reigns supreme
Cream of the crop..
I learned early on how easy it is
To top from the bottom
How to stop a man in his tracks
Make him relax...slip inside his blind spot
Rub his cock through his slacks
Finess his ego and fondle his packed wallet
Without even touching it
Give up them racks Mr. Mister
I make them break bread just from the idea
Of what kinda head I might give them
The tale of the tape never lies
My rep is in lock step with my aura
I am Ashley Darque still following marching orders
The daughter of back alley castaways
That socially aborted bitch
Roaming with no quarter given
I am the Reaper of dungeon masters
And perverted deviants
I am Dante's lone avenger
His Concierge for the 9 levels
His intro..burlesque...bold...beautiful
The Soul eyewitness to every shade of lust
A true believer in what is just
Flustering the local gentry ..I watched them
Fantasizing..fetishsizing multiple modes of entry
As I strutted my sexy ass across 5th avenue
God how I loved it!!!
Having them disrespect their wives
Lewd...rude...all up in the public arena
Got them feening for their Athena
While I nestled my puffy crotch on their imaginations
Inciting the nasty boys
Priming them rotisserie style
Slow cooking desires until they were thoroughly
Hardened and softened simultaneously
And made ready to serve
The strain of filtering this from that
Through all psychological
And physical pain inflicted upon me over the years
My attitude still reigns supreme
Cream of the crop..
I learned early on how easy it is
To top from the bottom
How to stop a man in his tracks
Make him relax...slip inside his blind spot
Rub his cock through his slacks
Finess his ego and fondle his packed wallet
Without even touching it
Give up them racks Mr. Mister
I make them break bread just from the idea
Of what kinda head I might give them
The tale of the tape never lies
My rep is in lock step with my aura
I am Ashley Darque still following marching orders
The daughter of back alley castaways
That socially aborted bitch
Roaming with no quarter given
I am the Reaper of dungeon masters
And perverted deviants
I am Dante's lone avenger
His Concierge for the 9 levels
His intro..burlesque...bold...beautiful
The Soul eyewitness to every shade of lust
A true believer in what is just
Flustering the local gentry ..I watched them
Fantasizing..fetishsizing multiple modes of entry
As I strutted my sexy ass across 5th avenue
God how I loved it!!!
Having them disrespect their wives
Lewd...rude...all up in the public arena
Got them feening for their Athena
While I nestled my puffy crotch on their imaginations
Inciting the nasty boys
Priming them rotisserie style
Slow cooking desires until they were thoroughly
Hardened and softened simultaneously
And made ready to serve
Published 4th Dec 2023
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4th Dec 2023 2:03am
4th Dec 2023 1:24pm
4th Dec 2023 10:02am
4th Dec 2023 1:27pm
4th Dec 2023 1:50pm
Well, lots of those weaselly Wall Street dudes have way too much moolah anyway, and need to be humbled somehow.
You're right MS
And Ashley's out there
collecting all those nookie reparations
one prick at a time.
Thank you very much for dropping by
I always appreciate your visits.
And Ashley's out there
collecting all those nookie reparations
one prick at a time.
Thank you very much for dropping by
I always appreciate your visits.
30th Dec 2023 2:30am
You have an amazing talent. Thanks for sharing real life truths.Hugs and peace, Oal
30th Dec 2023 2:49am
15th Apr 2024 7:16pm
15th Apr 2024 7:28pm
Thank you for this inspirational comment, Sam.
You have certainly made my day!!!!
You have certainly made my day!!!!
