Luck Be A Lady

I’m ok being his lady #2.
Sometimes.
If I get to be lady #1 at my own convenience.
I hope she satisfies him in my off time. I hope she puts great big smiles on his face. I hope she leaves him wanting more so he will run to my bed and land dick-first in my cunt and fuck me like #1-style when I want it.
And then I want to go home and write about the heartache I don’t feel when I think that she thinks she’s not his lady #2 and not even his lady #1 but his lady only.
I’m ok not existing. Really. It makes me feel like the spaces between my words that I neglect until I need them to tell the world how I feel. Until I need them to hug me. Until I need them to bathe me. Until I need them to clean my wounds. Until I need them to wrap me up in their nothing and disappear into black hole timelessness.
Until I need him to make me a Lady.

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