You Know You Want A Spoiled Princess

I love to be the center of attention. In fact, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have always been one to be the clown or the loud one, or in some cases, the naughty one. Why not? I love having sex.  And guys get all hot and bothered by a woman who knows what she wants.  And even better, knows how to get it. That’s how I live my life.  The men that choose to be a part of my life learn to deal with the fact that I treat myself like the center of the universe. And I expect them to do so as well. I’m a spoiled princess. I know it and I like it that way.

I’ve had several long term relationships and lots of flings. I love presents and always reward my men well when they bring me something sparkly. I let them know when we first get involved, if they want me, they’re going to have to break out the old credit card and show me how badly they want me. The bigger the diamond, the more love they show. No, I don’t feel bad for doing this. I feel that it is a “salary” of sorts. In return for those baubles, I am the perfect hostess.  I make sure that I am always dressed to impress in cocktail dresses and heels.  I’m the perfect date, and I wow them in bed. That is a full time job, and I must say, I’m good at it too.

Presents Make Me Happy

The men in my life must also make sure that I have a correct and suitable wardrobe. I have closets full of designer outfits given to me by men who enjoyed my company. I even had a boyfriend for a short time that bought me a pair of $2000 Prada shoes so I could walk on his back with them. That was a fun request, because the shoes were all he wanted me to wear. So here I am wearing nothing but this pair of black Prada shoes with four inch heels, walking on this dude’s back. It was hard to not fall on my bare ass! I had fun though and so did he.

He was a sweetie who I would have stayed with, but he didn’t want to buy me that diamond tennis bracelet I wanted, so he had to go. Another guy gave me his credit card and told me I could go to the mall and buy anything I wanted as long as I let him cum whenever he wanted. I thought seriously about it for a long time, but then I had to change the terms. I could go and spend $5000 and let him cum sometimes. He agreed and I got a bunch of new clothes and he got to cum that night. From then on to the end of our relationship, he got to cum a couple of nights a month, because it turns out presents aren’t guarantees.

Rich Losers Rock

The guy I’m with now is such a loser, but he is a rich loser, so I can deal with him in small doses. He needs me to tell him everything, from how to dress to how to stroke his cock. He’s always begging me to tell him how or when and to give him assignments. Sometimes I do, because, you know, it’s fun to watch a guy stroke his cock. But sometimes I just tell him that I don’t feel like it and he shouldn’t stroke until I’m in the mood to watch. So he waits around for me for days. Then I finally let him take his cock out and stroke and then he’s happy and he buys me something nice.

Last week he told me that he would get me a nice car if I would go with him on a business trip and tell him what to wear and stuff like that. Of course, I said,”Yes.” But I also told him that I must be able to have some fun while he was working and by fun I meant shopping with his money and partying whenever I got the chance with other men. He didn’t want to agree to that, but he said that I was the best in bed he’d ever had, so he would do whatever it took to keep me happy. I love when men say that. It means that we are on the same page.  And that I can stay with this one a while longer, because he understands my value. And, as he would say, he wants me really bad.

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