Surely you realize you aren't capable of pleasing me sexually, don't you? Remember, in the beginning, when you were so proud of that little slim jim of yours? You were always so excited at the prospect of using that pinky sized little stiffy to make me cum, I just didn't have the heart to tell you that it wasn't possible.

That was then, this is now! I'm tired of pretending to "ooo" and "ahh" over your little pricklet, while dreaming about being fucked by a real man. Have you noticed I haven't shown any interest in you sexually for quite a while, and that I have been spending a lot of time working late these last few weeks?

I know you are intoxicated by my beauty, but snap out of it long enough to wake up and smell the coffee! It's time you know the truth. I haven't been working late, and I most certainly haven't been too tired to pay attention to you. It's like this: The thought of having to touch that puny pee pee of yours any longer repulses me. I am all out of patience and compassion to pretend otherwise, and have been out every single night, fucking *real* men, with *real* cocks.

As a matter of fact, tonight I am bringing one of them home to fuck in front of you, as you watch from your chair in the corner. I see you over there, silently stroking that little winky of yours, hoping beyond hope that you will be assigned clean up duty. Of course I will sit on that face of yours so you can slurp at that warm sticky goo until I am good and clean. Be careful what you wish for, my dear. I may even make you lick that big dick of his clean too.