I am just a girl who has a little pattern recognition when it comes to dating and is putting it all out there for us to see it together.
I am just a girl who has a little pattern recognition when it comes to dating and is putting it all out there for us to see it together.
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Hello 2023,
My name is Anonymous, and I am your everyday fuck girl.
I love to love, and what I mean by love is making other people love me.
I wasn’t always like this, but in the era of dating through technology, you’re either predator or prey.
This is the journey of how I went from good girl to a fuck girl.
Let me start by saying I have always been self-indulgent and Machiavellian to the core. I thought these philosophies on life would give me an edge in business, or getting what I wanted out of life.
It really never occurred to me that I would apply these Machiavellian concepts to my love life. I use what can only be described as cruel tactics on people with real feelings, and as I see them crumble underneath the weight of my manipulation and gaslighting, I still can’t find a fuck to give.
It doesn’t matter how many men I have under my thumb. I want more. The more men I play with like emotional yo-yos, the more attention, gifts, and power I harness. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, having power is one hell of a drug.
I want my subjects, I mean love interests, to worship at my altar or at the very least entertain me. DANCE PUPPETS, DANCE! I will rule them by love, manipulation, my wonderful pussy, guilt, or fear. Whatever gets the job done.
For me, manipulating a man has always been easy. I pretend like I don’t know things so they can feel good about themselves and teach me. I love to look deeply into their eyes, lay my head on their chest, and tell them how safe I feel laying in their strong arms. I pretend to want to know about the things they’re interested in: the endless stories of their journey to getting a pilot's license, favorite sports teams, never ending conversations about their hopes, dreams and fears, and how much I love their mothers. That last part is the kicker and usually the hardest to fake, because let’s be honest, their mama did raise a simp bitch.
Getting someone to become obsessed with me through sex is probably one of the easiest ways to do it. Lots of sexy lingerie, lots of trashy lingerie, be extra enthusiastic during sex (even if it’s not that exciting), make sure he believes he’s the best you’ ve ever had. Always hold him after as if you couldn't get enough of him. Suck his dick as if your life depended on it, and this part is important: pretend to enjoy it. Let him ‘teach’ you things in the bedroom, you probably already know how to do them, but pretend like you don’t, and it’s the first time you’ve tried it. Act like you mean it, get a little shy from time to time, after all he is a sex God in his mind. Men love to be the ones who get to defile you first. Give 100% at all times in the bedroom, and fuck him until he has no blood left in his brain to catch on to the rouse. Hey you might even enjoy it sometimes.
Guilting a man to do what you want gets a little more tricky. You have to be able to play a very convincing victim. Show just enough vulnerability, while looking as if that's the one thing you’re trying to hide. Everyone has trauma, tell him about it, and if it’s not enough, invent more. For me as long as I keep my horror stories somewhat authentic, it’s believable. It’s believable because on many levels it's true, on others it’s what they want to believe so I let them. Once a man thinks you’re fragile, and you push his buttons just hard enough, and at the right time, he will explode on you, and know you have him. The guilt sinks in and he’ll basically do whatever you want to make things right again or just so he doesn’t feel like an emotionally abusive asshole. Check Mate!
Fear is the most aggressive and toxic form to get a man under your thumb. It’s also the most abusive. You have to start with love, get him to open up to you, I mean really open up about the things he has never told anyone. Things that would destroy his family if they knew, when I mean destroy I mean his mothers heart is broken and his dad won't ever look at him the same again. Get him to tell you his friends secrets, a really good one is if you know one of them is cheating on their wife, hold that over his head and give him the illusion that you could drop it at any moment, because let’s face it, you’re ruthless and you just might. Learn secrets about his work, never mention it, not even to him, these you really keep close to your chest. This is a nuclear bomb that you don’t play with unless you want to end someone’s life. Take away a mans career or ability to make money, it’s fiscal murder, and the type of revenge no one’s coming back from. Be careful with ruling through fear, it’s the most dangerous, and it’s all or nothing. If you don’t have the stomach to go all the way, don’t dip your toe in the murky water.
Even though I love to be loved, and by love I mean worshiped and submitted to, I cannot stand a needy man. In a perfect world I could have a man and be faithful, but this is 2023 and I cannot go through another year of disappointment. There are too many ways for people to connect, the temptation is endless in the era of technology accessible from the palm of your hand. So instead of waiting around for yet another man to break my heart, I started to pay attention. I was studying them, and in the fashion of a woman, I learned their game and improved upon it.
Now instead of one man, I make the perfect partner out of many. It actually works and I do recommend trying this at home, with your boy toy when boyfriend number one is out of town, on top of the table in the break room with your co-worker, your ex that lives in your hometown on a visit to family, maybe even hands up against a bathroom stall with a hot bartender. It will make fucking your rich husband a lot more bareable, believe me I do it all the time.
Some do this for the sex but I do it because I genuinely like them all, well parts of them, and why can’t I have it all? They have had it all for a long time, and were very greedy about sharing this information with us. You can love many, as long as you love yourself so much more. They have been catching on and trying to deter us from their way of life, so they have come up with some choice words for us.
Gold digger
Slut
Prostitute
Stripper
Classless
Cunt
Bitch
Used Up
Heartless
Attention Whore
Desperate
Bad Girl
Cheap
Home wrecker
Hustler
Jaded
Whore
Fuck toy
Tease
Bimbo
Prude
High- Maintenance
Emotional
Extra
**Side note: **Stop calling me a goddess if you don’t want me to act like one.
The gods were cruel, and frivolous with their resolve.
Tricksters, narascists, and liars, they did it all, and they were worshiped for it.
Ok I do see a lot of parallels here, a Goddess I am.
Playing with the kind of men I play with like little toy soldiers, leading them to their doom, and they are too stupid to know it. When they do know it, they’ll deny it to themselves, wanting the false love I give them. Actually believing that if they keep doing what I want, then one day I will truly be theirs.
Whatever, the lies they tell themselves, and the lies that I tell them will not affect me as long as they never find out. If they do find out about the other men, I think trial by combat is appropriate
Taking it old school- who said gender roles couldn’t be fun?
Please don’t try this at home. I am a sick fuck, who has obviously been broken down by men masquerading as love. Now I am full of shit I mean love, masquerading as “insert desire here”
Why love anyone else, when I can just love me? I am fucking amazing!
Every time I eat a man's heart out, I gain his false sense of confidence. Love this for me, and so should you.
To be real for a millisecond, hurt is what paved my way to fuck girl success, and it’s hurt that will pave yours too.
Now don’t start feeling bad for me, I’m about to fuck shit up!
Let me take you back to Hollywood, I am not sure what year it is, but Playboy is played out, and I am still yelling at cabbies for not taking credit cards. Yes I am that old.
I waltz into Travis’ house with the latest Herve Leger dress on, giant bun on my head, and Christian Louboutin shoes so high I could barely walk in them, looking more like a baby deer than a gazelle. In this version of a fairy tale I am the Wicked Witch of the West, loved/feared but mostly misunderstood.
Is it my fault that I want everyone to love me? I mean if you put your dick in my perfect pussy why can’t I have your soul? I’d give you mine if I hadn’t sold it to Satan already.
If you can’t give me your soul, I’ll settle for the broken heart of one girlfriend that you send home as soon as I waltz into your bedroom, unannounced and unapologetic. I’ll also collect the tears of everyone I know you’ll make cry for me. I guess we are meeting in Hell.
I relished in the fact that my mere existence in a room would make those PERFECT girls who I was never going to be feel scared, uncomfortable, and insecure. Promising them I am just one of your best friends, knowing that they sense it’s something more. I guess we have gaslighting in common. Why should I let you be happy with her, when I can be moderately entertained by you?
After all, I was your protege when it came to being a fuck girl aka a master at manipulation, straight out liar, and always making sure I come out on top, figuratively of course. You always thought the joke was on me, but just because I cry and lie, lie and cry, doesn’t mean the real joke is on you. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I truly believe it’s a dish best served slow.
Revenge in the form of a 12 course tasting menu, let me explain:
Course One -
Hors D'Oeuvres: Since this course is typically served during a cocktail hour, it has to be light and easy to pass around a party. So ignoring you for all your friends is the best dish of revenge to start with.
Course Two -
Amuse-Bouche: This can be translated from French to mean “amuse the mouth” or more generally, to please guests’ palates with a small flavorful taste. Frequently, this might serve to stimulate the appetite or simply hint at flavors to come in the next meal course(s). Naturally the course of revenge being served is looking at all your friends as if I'm undressing them with my eyes, touching their arms, leaning into them, a whisper in the ear, secret giggles, and maybe even kissing them in a “playful” way of course.
Course Three -
Is usually a soup, so why not get a little messy and tell people some of your secrets, simple but always a classic
Course Four -
Appetizer: In many parts of Europe, this course is referred to as the "entree" because it introduces the main courses in the meal. Revenge is the main course, so this is about the time I start emasculating you, while the group adds in and laughs hysterically not with you, but at you.
They do this because of courses 1-3, they have worked up a little bit of appetite for your demise without even knowing it.
Course Five -
It might sound boring, and uneventful but a break between torture is very necessary. This is when I say sorry, jump on your lap, give you a big kiss and announce to the room very playfully, “baby, we're all just joking, we know you can take it!” Perfectly knowing that you can’t.
Course Six-
It’s usually something light, so I’ll make my way into a corner with your best friend. I will only be talking about how much I really love you, but I’ll be looking at him as if he’s moving in on me, making you feel threatened and unstable.
You did have me under your thumb at one point in time, and the years I spent crying over you have been burnt so deeply into me, that they’ve molded me not into someone new, but something new. A fuck-girl.
I’ll always remember the ways you used to hold me, how you told me that you’ve never felt the type of connection we had. Endless nights spent together just talking for hours about nothing and everything important at once. We never judged each other, just laughed at the things we didn’t understand, but then took the time to learn them.
The sex was amazing because there were so many versions of it. There were times you’d shove me up against the kitchen wall, one hand on my neck and thrust the other up my dress, pushing your fingers inside me and then into my mouth, so I can taste myself. Dropping to your knees and slowly taking my panties off while kissing a trail down my legs to my feet, and then my toes, Letting you get lost in my body gave me visible chills all over. You’d then stand and with a quickness pick me up, my legs held tightly around you, and you FUCK me passionately against the wall. When we were finished you’d carry me to the bedroom and I’d lie in your arms, while you caress me, making me feel loved.
Other times we’d be high in bed, talking about the randomness of life, and all its meanings, and in the middle of a gratuitous laugh we lock eyes. The laughter stops and you caress my face, telling me I am so fucking beautiful and there is no one else you’d rather be with. Time completely stops, our movements are slow, not wanting to rush through any part of what we are doing, our gaze never shifts, we hold on to the moment as if it’s our last. And if I were smarter it would have been the last time.
We literally couldn't keep our hands off of each other, ever. It didn’t matter where we were, we had sex in so many bathrooms and pissed off so many friends at Thanksgiving dinners and weddings, you even got into a physical fight with one of them for our lack of propriety. We run out of the party like criminals jump into an uber, laugh and then hit the town hand in hand. Dancing the nights away in Hollywood, hanging in every scene, and always railing lines with the band at the afterparty. It felt good being on your arm, we had so much fun, and love for each other. We didn’t have to be together, I didn’t need that, what I needed from you was honesty.
You would sit with my best friend, burst into tears over how much you loved me and didn’t know what to do; neither one of us were in the place to give it a real shot and we both knew it. She would tell me, making me take down walls I had built for a reason with you. Unknowingly, after this confession of your love for me came out of your mouth to her, she comforted you, by letting you stick your dick inside her. Both of you played with my emotions so badly the next couple of years and made me feel like I was literally going crazy. My childhood best friend and the guy who was holding my heart. Gaslighting me at every turn, and still leaning on me to nurture and protect you from all the hurt you both carried from the craziness of life. It would be years that this went on, and years until I could recover from it.
Even when I got pregnant, I didn’t tell you, I just wanted it out of me so badly I found out on a Monday, and it was done by Tuesday. You were on vacation hitting on anything with a pussy and a pair of tits. I was crying in my “best friend's” arms, having her hold me through the gut wrenching sobs. You say you feel bad for this now, you say you still love me, but the kind of love you have to offer is like drinking antifreeze of the soul every day wondering why every good part of you is slowly dying and you’re withering away.
I woke up one day half alive, mostly dead, and found out you were in a very happy and healthy relationship with someone who came out of nowhere. FUCK THIS, you don’t get to ruin me and be happy. I pick myself up and decide I am now the judge, jury and executioner.
***LET JUSTICE BE DONE, THOUGH THE HEAVENS MAY FALL***
I made your best friends resent you, because let’s face it, they all are all in love with me, and hate that I was ever in love with you. All I had to do was pay you a little attention and they would turn on you, just like I wanted them to.
Of course as soon as I was out of sight and mind this behavior never lasted, but as soon as I showed up again, I was Helen of Troy, causing pain to every single one of you. I wasn’t supposed to, but I fucking loved every minute of it. You all love me more than each other, more than your own girlfriends and wives, and have proven you’ll choose me over and over again.
Power is my drug of choice, and playing with men is my favorite pastime.
I am definitely not someone people feel sorry for, especially when I talk like this, but no one sees the girl who looked to her friends for safety, and all she got was exploitation.
Every one of these male friends I had that said they loved me more than the others, got me drunk and tried to fuck me. I am ashamed to say that sometimes at my lowest points it happened. They put all their never ending emotional problems on me, as if I would fuck them for pity. I didn’t fuck them for pity, I fucked them because I felt as if it was the price of their love and friendship. It’s pretty disgusting, and even more pathetic. When they can’t get the pity fuck, love bombing me as if it’s world war three is another pointless tactic used, this never worked.
How do any of them think that I actually loved them? I played with them like they tried to play with me. I was always just so much better at it. I did not start it, but I sure as fuck am going to finish it.
Keeping them on my close friends list, and knowing they want me more than any girl they’ll ever be with. I am the best they’ve ever had, and they will never let me forget it. Even though they all are just an embarrassment and freak social experiment to me. Everyone needs practice, am I right?
Travis and his friends were the perfect practice, and very willing to play my little game. I don’t feel bad for what I have done to them, and I doubt that they feel bad for what they’ve done to me.
When I wanted real love from who I thought were my real friends, I never got it. When I was looking for any type of support it came with a price I now know was too high. The price was me, they treated me like a prostitute, dolling out love that seemed real at the time to obtain a very abused and vulnerable girls body, and attention.
I learned something very valuable, in the hardest way possible. I could get pieces of each one of them. There was one who was fun and one of the best fucks of my life, the other was protective and would always have my back, another was a caretaker and looked after me emotionally. All doted on me but in very different ways. This is when I found out that if I played the sad, vulnerable girl they wanted to rescue I could get whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted it. I just had to play along.
I really feel bad for their wives, girlfriends and anyone who comes next, because let’s be real, I’m a fuckgirl, and I am here to ruin a man’s life. I don’t need a reason but they sure have given me one.
I see the selfish men out in the world get away with being a fuckboy in the open and more often in secret, so why can’t I do it too? I am just trying to make the playing field a little more even. Now it’s become my way of life.
I take what I want, and when I am done wanting or there is nothing left to give me, I turn cold and leave. I never feel bad, and most certainly never look back. To me men are interchangeable, temporary and every time I have spared them hurt, I fucking regret it.
My best guy friends, who “love” me, and just want to look out for me always have the best advice for me:
Date someone who wants to be open, so they can try and buddy up to me and my man for a chance to fuck me. They say this is the way to a lasting relationship, I mean no one can be with the same person and not get bored.
I need to be with someone who financially takes care of me, because let’s face it, the loser boyfriend who makes 60k a year is just trash, and they’re not on my level. I can do much better.
Now all the sudden money shouldn’t matter when I am dating someone rich. Of course whoever I am with is trying to buy me, I don’t deserve that.
I am moving too fast and I need to be free; go hang out with the boys and play around, always being in a relationship is unhealthy for me.
Even my girlfriends get jealous and deter me from relationships, because I am not available to them, and the troubles in their lives.
All of the sudden everyone decides it's time for me to be single, I guess the saying is true, “if you give a mouse a cookie…” This isn’t welfare pussy and I am not going back to the little men I stepped on to get where I am now. These days my stilettos are on the necks of far superior game.
Grow the fuck up, there is nothing worse than an old infant. Booo fucking whoooooo….. To the old and new victims, I don’t feel bad, and I never will. You could have been the only good guy on this miserable planet, and guess what, I still don’t care.
I love being with whoever I CHOOSE, be it a young 20 something year old, 50 year old man, and my LA instagram models.
I really want to be with them, I mean him/her, at least for right now, or however long they can hit my G spot in just the right way.
*[FUCK It’s hard to be this honest sometimes, I guess I really am an asshole.]()*
I fantasized about actually being with some of them, but would I really do it? Absolutely not! He’s still 40 something and has roommates, even if it’s in Bel Air.
I just have this need to be first and always hold his attention, it’s intoxicating! Everyone loves him, why shouldn't I love him too?
Have you ever been so addicted to someone you just can’t help yourself? I am positive someone wrote a song about this concept. Plus the people I’m addicted to are either really rich or really hot.
I convince myself I have to be with him, I mean I need to be with him. Reality sets in and I realize I am not meant for the empty life that is being offered to me.
Let me start by saying I am not your dream woman, I am your worst nightmare. The throbbing inside my chest is not my heart, it’s the pain that wants to get out. Be careful with me, I’m one irrational decision away from infecting you with my disease. BITTERNESS.
Bitterness festers, and will eventually become all consuming. Once it consumes you, it turns into hate, and you’re worse off than the people who made you this way.
Naturally upping my game, lets play out some scenes:
(Little voice taking over)-
Teach me something, OMG I don’t know how to open a beer, or manage myself, my finances, or my time. I am just a little woman, with a little brain- I can’t handle life all by itty bitty self, be a STRONG man and help me :(
Pretty please…
(EYES ROLLING INTO THE BACK OF MY HEAD)
ANY MAN who believes this kind of talk is just trying to make his little dick energy feel bigger. Like the lyrics to an AMAZING song goes, “I like long walks to the bank, not the beach.”
Physically stronger, sometimes, but stop calling me your baby and call me what I am, your Mistress. I am the parasite that will take over your mind, body and soul.
I wish I could be sorry, but YOU taught me well. Always remember that when your heart gets ripped out and eaten for a ritual sacrifice. #remembersalem
`Let me break down the two main lessons you’ve taught me:`
How to reel them in: The freaky shit I do for you and no one else, it’s not about you at all. Just like you tell me you’ve “never felt this way about a woman.” I know you’re a liar, but your ego will make you believe I have only done it for you. Just like I so naively believed you.
Never feel bad about anything, just make it less painful when you’re getting what you want: I am going to be your “best friend” because we have so much in common, and your executioner, (the one who cuts off your head/ego), it’s quick as long as you pay the toll (Louboutins anyone?), but unavoidable.
WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION
Fuck boy, meet yout greatest adversary- FUCK GIRL 2.0 of 2023.
Everything you can do we can do better, and we've been watching you.
Hello 2023,
My name is Anonymous, and I am your everyday fuck girl.
I love to love, and what I mean by love is making other people love me.
I wasn’t always like this, but in the era of dating through technology, you’re either predator or prey.
This is the journey of how I went from good girl to a fuck girl.
Let me start by saying I have always been self-indulgent and Machiavellian to the core. I thought these philosophies on life would give me an edge in business, or getting what I wanted out of life.
It really never occurred to me that I would apply these Machiavellian concepts to my love life. I use what can only be described as cruel tactics on people with real feelings, and as I see them crumble underneath the weight of my manipulation and gaslighting, I still can’t find a fuck to give.
It doesn’t matter how many men I have under my thumb. I want more. The more men I play with like emotional yo-yos, the more attention, gifts, and power I harness. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, having power is one hell of a drug.
I want my subjects, I mean love interests, to worship at my altar or at the very least entertain me. DANCE PUPPETS, DANCE! I will rule them by love, manipulation, my wonderful pussy, guilt, or fear. Whatever gets the job done.
For me, manipulating a man has always been easy. I pretend like I don’t know things so they can feel good about themselves and teach me. I love to look deeply into their eyes, lay my head on their chest, and tell them how safe I feel laying in their strong arms. I pretend to want to know about the things they’re interested in: the endless stories of their journey to getting a pilot's license, favorite sports teams, never ending conversations about their hopes, dreams and fears, and how much I love their mothers. That last part is the kicker and usually the hardest to fake, because let’s be honest, their mama did raise a simp bitch.
Getting someone to become obsessed with me through sex is probably one of the easiest ways to do it. Lots of sexy lingerie, lots of trashy lingerie, be extra enthusiastic during sex (even if it’s not that exciting), make sure he believes he’s the best you’ ve ever had. Always hold him after as if you couldn't get enough of him. Suck his dick as if your life depended on it, and this part is important: pretend to enjoy it. Let him ‘teach’ you things in the bedroom, you probably already know how to do them, but pretend like you don’t, and it’s the first time you’ve tried it. Act like you mean it, get a little shy from time to time, after all he is a sex God in his mind. Men love to be the ones who get to defile you first. Give 100% at all times in the bedroom, and fuck him until he has no blood left in his brain to catch on to the rouse. Hey you might even enjoy it sometimes.
Guilting a man to do what you want gets a little more tricky. You have to be able to play a very convincing victim. Show just enough vulnerability, while looking as if that's the one thing you’re trying to hide. Everyone has trauma, tell him about it, and if it’s not enough, invent more. For me as long as I keep my horror stories somewhat authentic, it’s believable. It’s believable because on many levels it's true, on others it’s what they want to believe so I let them. Once a man thinks you’re fragile, and you push his buttons just hard enough, and at the right time, he will explode on you, and know you have him. The guilt sinks in and he’ll basically do whatever you want to make things right again or just so he doesn’t feel like an emotionally abusive asshole. Check Mate!
Fear is the most aggressive and toxic form to get a man under your thumb. It’s also the most abusive. You have to start with love, get him to open up to you, I mean really open up about the things he has never told anyone. Things that would destroy his family if they knew, when I mean destroy I mean his mothers heart is broken and his dad won't ever look at him the same again. Get him to tell you his friends secrets, a really good one is if you know one of them is cheating on their wife, hold that over his head and give him the illusion that you could drop it at any moment, because let’s face it, you’re ruthless and you just might. Learn secrets about his work, never mention it, not even to him, these you really keep close to your chest. This is a nuclear bomb that you don’t play with unless you want to end someone’s life. Take away a mans career or ability to make money, it’s fiscal murder, and the type of revenge no one’s coming back from. Be careful with ruling through fear, it’s the most dangerous, and it’s all or nothing. If you don’t have the stomach to go all the way, don’t dip your toe in the murky water.
Even though I love to be loved, and by love I mean worshiped and submitted to, I cannot stand a needy man. In a perfect world I could have a man and be faithful, but this is 2023 and I cannot go through another year of disappointment. There are too many ways for people to connect, the temptation is endless in the era of technology accessible from the palm of your hand. So instead of waiting around for yet another man to break my heart, I started to pay attention. I was studying them, and in the fashion of a woman, I learned their game and improved upon it.
Now instead of one man, I make the perfect partner out of many. It actually works and I do recommend trying this at home, with your boy toy when boyfriend number one is out of town, on top of the table in the break room with your co-worker, your ex that lives in your hometown on a visit to family, maybe even hands up against a bathroom stall with a hot bartender. It will make fucking your rich husband a lot more bareable, believe me I do it all the time.
Some do this for the sex but I do it because I genuinely like them all, well parts of them, and why can’t I have it all? They have had it all for a long time, and were very greedy about sharing this information with us. You can love many, as long as you love yourself so much more. They have been catching on and trying to deter us from their way of life, so they have come up with some choice words for us.
Gold digger
Slut
Prostitute
Stripper
Classless
Cunt
Bitch
Used Up
Heartless
Attention Whore
Desperate
Bad Girl
Cheap
Home wrecker
Hustler
Jaded
Whore
Fuck toy
Tease
Bimbo
Prude
High- Maintenance
Emotional
Extra
**Side note: **Stop calling me a goddess if you don’t want me to act like one.
The gods were cruel, and frivolous with their resolve.
Tricksters, narascists, and liars, they did it all, and they were worshiped for it.
Ok I do see a lot of parallels here, a Goddess I am.
Playing with the kind of men I play with like little toy soldiers, leading them to their doom, and they are too stupid to know it. When they do know it, they’ll deny it to themselves, wanting the false love I give them. Actually believing that if they keep doing what I want, then one day I will truly be theirs.
Whatever, the lies they tell themselves, and the lies that I tell them will not affect me as long as they never find out. If they do find out about the other men, I think trial by combat is appropriate
Taking it old school- who said gender roles couldn’t be fun?
Please don’t try this at home. I am a sick fuck, who has obviously been broken down by men masquerading as love. Now I am full of shit I mean love, masquerading as “insert desire here”
Why love anyone else, when I can just love me? I am fucking amazing!
Every time I eat a man's heart out, I gain his false sense of confidence. Love this for me, and so should you.
To be real for a millisecond, hurt is what paved my way to fuck girl success, and it’s hurt that will pave yours too.
Now don’t start feeling bad for me, I’m about to fuck shit up!
Let me take you back to Hollywood, I am not sure what year it is, but Playboy is played out, and I am still yelling at cabbies for not taking credit cards. Yes I am that old.
I waltz into Travis’ house with the latest Herve Leger dress on, giant bun on my head, and Christian Louboutin shoes so high I could barely walk in them, looking more like a baby deer than a gazelle. In this version of a fairy tale I am the Wicked Witch of the West, loved/feared but mostly misunderstood.
Is it my fault that I want everyone to love me? I mean if you put your dick in my perfect pussy why can’t I have your soul? I’d give you mine if I hadn’t sold it to Satan already.
If you can’t give me your soul, I’ll settle for the broken heart of one girlfriend that you send home as soon as I waltz into your bedroom, unannounced and unapologetic. I’ll also collect the tears of everyone I know you’ll make cry for me. I guess we are meeting in Hell.
I relished in the fact that my mere existence in a room would make those PERFECT girls who I was never going to be feel scared, uncomfortable, and insecure. Promising them I am just one of your best friends, knowing that they sense it’s something more. I guess we have gaslighting in common. Why should I let you be happy with her, when I can be moderately entertained by you?
After all, I was your protege when it came to being a fuck girl aka a master at manipulation, straight out liar, and always making sure I come out on top, figuratively of course. You always thought the joke was on me, but just because I cry and lie, lie and cry, doesn’t mean the real joke is on you. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I truly believe it’s a dish best served slow.
Revenge in the form of a 12 course tasting menu, let me explain:
Course One -
Hors D'Oeuvres: Since this course is typically served during a cocktail hour, it has to be light and easy to pass around a party. So ignoring you for all your friends is the best dish of revenge to start with.
Course Two -
Amuse-Bouche: This can be translated from French to mean “amuse the mouth” or more generally, to please guests’ palates with a small flavorful taste. Frequently, this might serve to stimulate the appetite or simply hint at flavors to come in the next meal course(s). Naturally the course of revenge being served is looking at all your friends as if I'm undressing them with my eyes, touching their arms, leaning into them, a whisper in the ear, secret giggles, and maybe even kissing them in a “playful” way of course.
Course Three -
Is usually a soup, so why not get a little messy and tell people some of your secrets, simple but always a classic
Course Four -
Appetizer: In many parts of Europe, this course is referred to as the "entree" because it introduces the main courses in the meal. Revenge is the main course, so this is about the time I start emasculating you, while the group adds in and laughs hysterically not with you, but at you.
They do this because of courses 1-3, they have worked up a little bit of appetite for your demise without even knowing it.
Course Five -
It might sound boring, and uneventful but a break between torture is very necessary. This is when I say sorry, jump on your lap, give you a big kiss and announce to the room very playfully, “baby, we're all just joking, we know you can take it!” Perfectly knowing that you can’t.
Course Six-
It’s usually something light, so I’ll make my way into a corner with your best friend. I will only be talking about how much I really love you, but I’ll be looking at him as if he’s moving in on me, making you feel threatened and unstable.
You did have me under your thumb at one point in time, and the years I spent crying over you have been burnt so deeply into me, that they’ve molded me not into someone new, but something new. A fuck-girl.
I’ll always remember the ways you used to hold me, how you told me that you’ve never felt the type of connection we had. Endless nights spent together just talking for hours about nothing and everything important at once. We never judged each other, just laughed at the things we didn’t understand, but then took the time to learn them.
The sex was amazing because there were so many versions of it. There were times you’d shove me up against the kitchen wall, one hand on my neck and thrust the other up my dress, pushing your fingers inside me and then into my mouth, so I can taste myself. Dropping to your knees and slowly taking my panties off while kissing a trail down my legs to my feet, and then my toes, Letting you get lost in my body gave me visible chills all over. You’d then stand and with a quickness pick me up, my legs held tightly around you, and you FUCK me passionately against the wall. When we were finished you’d carry me to the bedroom and I’d lie in your arms, while you caress me, making me feel loved.
Other times we’d be high in bed, talking about the randomness of life, and all its meanings, and in the middle of a gratuitous laugh we lock eyes. The laughter stops and you caress my face, telling me I am so fucking beautiful and there is no one else you’d rather be with. Time completely stops, our movements are slow, not wanting to rush through any part of what we are doing, our gaze never shifts, we hold on to the moment as if it’s our last. And if I were smarter it would have been the last time.
We literally couldn't keep our hands off of each other, ever. It didn’t matter where we were, we had sex in so many bathrooms and pissed off so many friends at Thanksgiving dinners and weddings, you even got into a physical fight with one of them for our lack of propriety. We run out of the party like criminals jump into an uber, laugh and then hit the town hand in hand. Dancing the nights away in Hollywood, hanging in every scene, and always railing lines with the band at the afterparty. It felt good being on your arm, we had so much fun, and love for each other. We didn’t have to be together, I didn’t need that, what I needed from you was honesty.
You would sit with my best friend, burst into tears over how much you loved me and didn’t know what to do; neither one of us were in the place to give it a real shot and we both knew it. She would tell me, making me take down walls I had built for a reason with you. Unknowingly, after this confession of your love for me came out of your mouth to her, she comforted you, by letting you stick your dick inside her. Both of you played with my emotions so badly the next couple of years and made me feel like I was literally going crazy. My childhood best friend and the guy who was holding my heart. Gaslighting me at every turn, and still leaning on me to nurture and protect you from all the hurt you both carried from the craziness of life. It would be years that this went on, and years until I could recover from it.
Even when I got pregnant, I didn’t tell you, I just wanted it out of me so badly I found out on a Monday, and it was done by Tuesday. You were on vacation hitting on anything with a pussy and a pair of tits. I was crying in my “best friend's” arms, having her hold me through the gut wrenching sobs. You say you feel bad for this now, you say you still love me, but the kind of love you have to offer is like drinking antifreeze of the soul every day wondering why every good part of you is slowly dying and you’re withering away.
I woke up one day half alive, mostly dead, and found out you were in a very happy and healthy relationship with someone who came out of nowhere. FUCK THIS, you don’t get to ruin me and be happy. I pick myself up and decide I am now the judge, jury and executioner.
***LET JUSTICE BE DONE, THOUGH THE HEAVENS MAY FALL***
I made your best friends resent you, because let’s face it, they all are all in love with me, and hate that I was ever in love with you. All I had to do was pay you a little attention and they would turn on you, just like I wanted them to.
Of course as soon as I was out of sight and mind this behavior never lasted, but as soon as I showed up again, I was Helen of Troy, causing pain to every single one of you. I wasn’t supposed to, but I fucking loved every minute of it. You all love me more than each other, more than your own girlfriends and wives, and have proven you’ll choose me over and over again.
Power is my drug of choice, and playing with men is my favorite pastime.
I am definitely not someone people feel sorry for, especially when I talk like this, but no one sees the girl who looked to her friends for safety, and all she got was exploitation.
Every one of these male friends I had that said they loved me more than the others, got me drunk and tried to fuck me. I am ashamed to say that sometimes at my lowest points it happened. They put all their never ending emotional problems on me, as if I would fuck them for pity. I didn’t fuck them for pity, I fucked them because I felt as if it was the price of their love and friendship. It’s pretty disgusting, and even more pathetic. When they can’t get the pity fuck, love bombing me as if it’s world war three is another pointless tactic used, this never worked.
How do any of them think that I actually loved them? I played with them like they tried to play with me. I was always just so much better at it. I did not start it, but I sure as fuck am going to finish it.
Keeping them on my close friends list, and knowing they want me more than any girl they’ll ever be with. I am the best they’ve ever had, and they will never let me forget it. Even though they all are just an embarrassment and freak social experiment to me. Everyone needs practice, am I right?
Travis and his friends were the perfect practice, and very willing to play my little game. I don’t feel bad for what I have done to them, and I doubt that they feel bad for what they’ve done to me.
When I wanted real love from who I thought were my real friends, I never got it. When I was looking for any type of support it came with a price I now know was too high. The price was me, they treated me like a prostitute, dolling out love that seemed real at the time to obtain a very abused and vulnerable girls body, and attention.
I learned something very valuable, in the hardest way possible. I could get pieces of each one of them. There was one who was fun and one of the best fucks of my life, the other was protective and would always have my back, another was a caretaker and looked after me emotionally. All doted on me but in very different ways. This is when I found out that if I played the sad, vulnerable girl they wanted to rescue I could get whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted it. I just had to play along.
I really feel bad for their wives, girlfriends and anyone who comes next, because let’s be real, I’m a fuckgirl, and I am here to ruin a man’s life. I don’t need a reason but they sure have given me one.
I see the selfish men out in the world get away with being a fuckboy in the open and more often in secret, so why can’t I do it too? I am just trying to make the playing field a little more even. Now it’s become my way of life.
I take what I want, and when I am done wanting or there is nothing left to give me, I turn cold and leave. I never feel bad, and most certainly never look back. To me men are interchangeable, temporary and every time I have spared them hurt, I fucking regret it.
My best guy friends, who “love” me, and just want to look out for me always have the best advice for me:
Date someone who wants to be open, so they can try and buddy up to me and my man for a chance to fuck me. They say this is the way to a lasting relationship, I mean no one can be with the same person and not get bored.
I need to be with someone who financially takes care of me, because let’s face it, the loser boyfriend who makes 60k a year is just trash, and they’re not on my level. I can do much better.
Now all the sudden money shouldn’t matter when I am dating someone rich. Of course whoever I am with is trying to buy me, I don’t deserve that.
I am moving too fast and I need to be free; go hang out with the boys and play around, always being in a relationship is unhealthy for me.
Even my girlfriends get jealous and deter me from relationships, because I am not available to them, and the troubles in their lives.
All of the sudden everyone decides it's time for me to be single, I guess the saying is true, “if you give a mouse a cookie…” This isn’t welfare pussy and I am not going back to the little men I stepped on to get where I am now. These days my stilettos are on the necks of far superior game.
Grow the fuck up, there is nothing worse than an old infant. Booo fucking whoooooo….. To the old and new victims, I don’t feel bad, and I never will. You could have been the only good guy on this miserable planet, and guess what, I still don’t care.
I love being with whoever I CHOOSE, be it a young 20 something year old, 50 year old man, and my LA instagram models.
I really want to be with them, I mean him/her, at least for right now, or however long they can hit my G spot in just the right way.
*[FUCK It’s hard to be this honest sometimes, I guess I really am an asshole.]()*
I fantasized about actually being with some of them, but would I really do it? Absolutely not! He’s still 40 something and has roommates, even if it’s in Bel Air.
I just have this need to be first and always hold his attention, it’s intoxicating! Everyone loves him, why shouldn't I love him too?
Have you ever been so addicted to someone you just can’t help yourself? I am positive someone wrote a song about this concept. Plus the people I’m addicted to are either really rich or really hot.
I convince myself I have to be with him, I mean I need to be with him. Reality sets in and I realize I am not meant for the empty life that is being offered to me.
Let me start by saying I am not your dream woman, I am your worst nightmare. The throbbing inside my chest is not my heart, it’s the pain that wants to get out. Be careful with me, I’m one irrational decision away from infecting you with my disease. BITTERNESS.
Bitterness festers, and will eventually become all consuming. Once it consumes you, it turns into hate, and you’re worse off than the people who made you this way.
Naturally upping my game, lets play out some scenes:
(Little voice taking over)-
Teach me something, OMG I don’t know how to open a beer, or manage myself, my finances, or my time. I am just a little woman, with a little brain- I can’t handle life all by itty bitty self, be a STRONG man and help me :(
Pretty please…
(EYES ROLLING INTO THE BACK OF MY HEAD)
ANY MAN who believes this kind of talk is just trying to make his little dick energy feel bigger. Like the lyrics to an AMAZING song goes, “I like long walks to the bank, not the beach.”
Physically stronger, sometimes, but stop calling me your baby and call me what I am, your Mistress. I am the parasite that will take over your mind, body and soul.
I wish I could be sorry, but YOU taught me well. Always remember that when your heart gets ripped out and eaten for a ritual sacrifice. #remembersalem
`Let me break down the two main lessons you’ve taught me:`
How to reel them in: The freaky shit I do for you and no one else, it’s not about you at all. Just like you tell me you’ve “never felt this way about a woman.” I know you’re a liar, but your ego will make you believe I have only done it for you. Just like I so naively believed you.
Never feel bad about anything, just make it less painful when you’re getting what you want: I am going to be your “best friend” because we have so much in common, and your executioner, (the one who cuts off your head/ego), it’s quick as long as you pay the toll (Louboutins anyone?), but unavoidable.
WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION
Fuck boy, meet yout greatest adversary- FUCK GIRL 2.0 of 2023.
Everything you can do we can do better, and we've been watching you.
Course Seven -
This is the first main course and tends to be spicier. This is the part where I tell you something your friend said about you that most certainly will piss you off, especially when I start to cry and confess to you I was only telling him how much I cared about you (all true). Since it will be the truth, your friend will be caught off guard, unknowingly playing the pawn in my little game.
Your “protective” instincts will kick in, not protective over me, but over your property, and will be infuriated by the “lack of” respect from your friends. GOD I WISH THIS WASN’T SO EASY-
Course Eight -
Palate Cleanser: I am going to play the good girl and make peace with you and whoever got caught in the crossfires of my Cold War.
Course Nine -
The MAIN COURSE, pay attention because this is what’s going to stay with you. I am going to look very sad, because obviously you have temper issues (doesn’t matter if I created them), tell your best friend all the horrible things or secrets you’ve said about him, while throwing back too many shots.
Promise him not to tell, because I have been making you seem irrational all night, and obviously you can’t be trusted. I mean think about all the secrets I told him about himself, and mean things you said or I made up, but who would believe you now?
Course Ten -
This is typically a course for everyone to enjoy, so I do. I enjoy letting all this marinate and be passed around a group of friends or party without you knowing what’s really happening. Everyone is turning on you, and you’re becoming isolated from the people you love. (This feels poetic to me)
Course Eleven -
DESSERT! Anyone with class would serve something tart, so let’s finally get down to business. I don’t care who it is, I’d obviously prefer your best friend, brother, or dad, but concessions can be made. I am going to get caught with someone on purpose. Get caught making out, or like we were about to, I’ll let your imagination run wild. I am not going to fuck someone for revenge, unless they’re worthy of it, so never say never.
You’ll feel ostracized from your friends and support group, most likely take my side and call me a victim who’s had too many drinks. This only separates all the people you love on one side and you on the other while I cry into your arms. Don’t worry, I won’t be there long, the meal is almost over.
Course Twelve:
Normally something sweet, rich, and full of air- it’s the love I have for you. So I leave you, but not in a hateful way, in a way that makes you feel like you’re all to blame.
**END SCENE**
Course Seven -
This is the first main course and tends to be spicier. This is the part where I tell you something your friend said about you that most certainly will piss you off, especially when I start to cry and confess to you I was only telling him how much I cared about you (all true). Since it will be the truth, your friend will be caught off guard, unknowingly playing the pawn in my little game.
Your “protective” instincts will kick in, not protective over me, but over your property, and will be infuriated by the “lack of” respect from your friends. GOD I WISH THIS WASN’T SO EASY-
Course Eight -
Palate Cleanser: I am going to play the good girl and make peace with you and whoever got caught in the crossfires of my Cold War.
Course Nine -
The MAIN COURSE, pay attention because this is what’s going to stay with you. I am going to look very sad, because obviously you have temper issues (doesn’t matter if I created them), tell your best friend all the horrible things or secrets you’ve said about him, while throwing back too many shots.
Promise him not to tell, because I have been making you seem irrational all night, and obviously you can’t be trusted. I mean think about all the secrets I told him about himself, and mean things you said or I made up, but who would believe you now?
Course Ten -
This is typically a course for everyone to enjoy, so I do. I enjoy letting all this marinate and be passed around a group of friends or party without you knowing what’s really happening. Everyone is turning on you, and you’re becoming isolated from the people you love. (This feels poetic to me)
Course Eleven -
DESSERT! Anyone with class would serve something tart, so let’s finally get down to business. I don’t care who it is, I’d obviously prefer your best friend, brother, or dad, but concessions can be made. I am going to get caught with someone on purpose. Get caught making out, or like we were about to, I’ll let your imagination run wild. I am not going to fuck someone for revenge, unless they’re worthy of it, so never say never.
You’ll feel ostracized from your friends and support group, most likely take my side and call me a victim who’s had too many drinks. This only separates all the people you love on one side and you on the other while I cry into your arms. Don’t worry, I won’t be there long, the meal is almost over.
Course Twelve:
Normally something sweet, rich, and full of air- it’s the love I have for you. So I leave you, but not in a hateful way, in a way that makes you feel like you’re all to blame.
**END SCENE**
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