Speak For Yourself

I'm a cleaner at a nightclub and I spend a lot of time waiting for sick. I put on a binder and clean the men's toilets. But secretly, I put a whiteboard pen up my pussy and leave it in while I walk around and look at girls tits sticking out their going out tops being groped by boys, wishing that was me. Then I go sit in my closet, read Tumblr, and hump my chair. Finally, I need to go to the toilet and rub my swollen clit until I explode. Ashamed, I have to clean myself and the pen before putting it back.

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I imagine walking off the plane to my awaiting sir, him taking me home and inspecting me, marrying him and submitting myself as his completely, him training me to be his perfect wife, having his babies so I'm unable to ever leave.

I’m at work and I’m wet. I’m in a meeting and I can’t stop thinking about rubbing. I’m in the bathroom on my lunch break rubbing my clit and I had to tell someone.

We need to talk about this. Because what I’m looking at, when I read these messages, is evidence of a massive labor allocation crisis.

There is, at this very moment, an entire class of sluts hunched over keyboards across the world, performing the rituals of productive citizens while their cunts pulse under the desk. Answering emails one-handed. Nodding thoughtfully at quarterly projections a few minutes before sneaking off to the bathroom stall to edge themselves for the third time today. Cameras on. Mics muted. Thighs pressed together so hard they’re shaking.

You sluts have a calling. You deserve so much more than this.

Imagine the depths of cock drunk, cum brained, chronically soaked devotion you could reach if you redirected the focus you currently waste on corporate KPIs toward the singular pursuit of edging yourself stupid for strangers on the internet. All that ambition. All that perfectionism. Channeled into one mind melting purpose.

Being the best slut you can be.