Where the witch bitches who like to fuck?
So I’m back on my bullshit, which is to say: butt fucking hippy/witchy girls under full moons.
For SHE who has the hunger:
We’re gonna set the intention of me fucking the shit out of you…
Then i’m going to pound you in your ass while ALSO visualizing both of our energy bodies connecting…
I’m gonna "Energy, Love, & Light" you all in your ass…
It’s addictive. You’ve been warned.
SETTING: A quiet patio in the morning, followed by a home office. The atmosphere is crisp and professional, mirroring a high-stakes corporate environment where the "asset" provides a tactical brief on service efficiency.
SUMMARY: A mid-quarter "Performance Huddle" where The Slut delivers a data-driven audit of her anal utility. Tracking frequency against the baseline, she translates physical intimacy into actionable metrics, including standard deviations, week-over-week growth percentages, and compounding quarter-end capacity forecasts.
The living room. Morning.
HER: Good morning, Sir. Your coffee is on the table outside. So are your cigarettes and two lighters. I’ll wait here for your return.
Later. The home office. The "Quarterly Status Reporting" meeting begins.
HIM: Ok. Let me hear it.
HER: One hundred, forty-nine, and a half Slut butts fucked, Sir.
HIM: What number is that?
HER: That number is how many times this reporting period that your Slut has taken you in her butt.
HIM: Hah. Good to know. How are we doing for the week?
HER: This week you’ve fucked this Slut’s butt 21 times. Quarter to date, 21 times in my butt in a week is a half deviation point over the weekly mean average.
HIM: Haha. Hashtag consistency.
HER: Yes sir. You do seem to enjoy my butt very much. Do you want more detailed information, Sir?
HIM: Go.
HER: Week over week you’ve increased my anal service by roughly 2.5%. Meaning you penetrate me anally one additional time every two weeks. Do you want to hear the growth projections?
HIM: Go.
HER: Taking into account our current rate of growth… By the end of this quarter’s reporting period you will have anal sex in me approximately 23.7 times a week. Plus or minus 1.18 times.
HIM: Not bad. And how do you feel about these projections?
HER: It is with much pleasure that your Slut gives you anal service. My butt is for your pleasure. Your pleasure is for my pleasure. Personally, i like seeing the charts showing the consistent uptick of my anal service to you, Sir.
HIM: Has it been updated?
HER: Yes. It’s been updated with everything: Last night. The future projections and forecasts i mentioned earlier. Also the assumption you will have pleasure in my butt at the conclusion of this meeting or after breakfast.
HIM: Thorough.
HER: I take my service to you very seriously, Sir.
HIM: Anything else?
HER: Yes… But it’s all in the Power Point slides. Handjobs. Beach Blowjobs. Meals cooked. Number of nudes sent during work. Number of head pats earned. It’s all there.
HIM: Good.
HER: I can grab your tablet so that you can read the notes while I make breakfast.
HIM: And what about our special projects?
HER: (Silence) That tracker is in a different file, Sir. It’s in the folder called “Section 28”.
SETTING: A private bedroom, late at night. The glow of a television provides the only light.
SUMMARY: A power-dynamic ritual between a man and his partner, known here as "The Simp." As they wind down with a cooking competition show, the conversation shifts from culinary "mystery ingredients" to "The Menu"—a curated collection of the woman’s past sexual exploits intended to arouse.
Soft blue light from the TV flickers across the room. The air hums with anticipation.
HIM: Simp!
HER: (Silence. Footsteps approaching.) Yes, Simp Master?
HIM: I’m ready for bed.
HER: Yes Sir, Simp Master. Please give me a minute to get ready.
HIM: Aight. I’ll find something on TV. Then I’ll go shower too.
Later. The murmur of a cooking show fills the background.
TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Your mystery ingredients are: Canadian beets. Pork tongue. Saffron oil. Melted Colombian Queso.
HIM: Get over here. Come lay on my chest.
HER: With pleasure, Sir.
HIM: (Chuckling) I think I could make that basket work. Never used tongue before but I’ll bread that shit up and fry it.
HER: The Simp agrees, Simp Master. I’d make an open-faced grilled tongue and onions on toast with homemade saffron & parmesan fries. Your Simp can cook her ass off, Simp Master.
HIM: Heh. Keep on. You gone be getting your ass up to cook. This shit’s making me hungry.
HER: Just let me know, Sir. It is my pleasure to cook for you.
HIM: Umm hmm… I’m horny. Let’s go.
HER: As you wish, Simp Master.
Under the covers. The mood has shifted to something darker, more intimate.
HER: Does that feel good, Simp Master? Do you want my Simp hands tighter or looser on your dick? Like that? Slower?
HIM: That’s it. You got it. No more questions.
HER: Do you want to hear the menu, Simp Master?
HIM: Yeah. Let’s hear it.
HER: The Menu. Want to hear about the time I gave a dude a handjob at our favorite bar in the French Quarter?
HIM: (Silence.)
HER: Do you want to hear about when I sucked three Australian dudes off in a hostel in Prague?
HIM: (A grunt.)
HER: Do you want me to tell you about when I would dress up as Tsunade from Naruto and suck anonymous dicks through a glory hole?
HIM: Lol. No. Why is that even in the menu? Take that out. When did I have you add that? Whatever… Doesn’t matter.
HER: As you wish, Simp Master. I will not mention that specific story until you ask me for it.
HIM: Thanks. Sounds hot tho.
HER: Every night I’m a filthy slut for my Boyfriend. I jerk my boyfriend’s dick and take a mouthful of his cum every night. Without failure. Without hesitation. Without question. Do you want to hear more about my whore hands and my whore mouth?
HIM: I’ll save that for tomorrow morning. Don’t forget. Wake me up with that.
HER: Yes, Sir. Tomorrow morning I will wake you up with another handjob and tell you how much dick I jerk and how much cum gets dumped in my mouth.
HIM: Can’t wait.
HER: Shall the Simp proceed, Simp Master?
HIM: Let’s go.
HER: When I was a Consultant for Accenture, we had to travel every week for work. I used to suck my coworker’s dick on Alaska Airlines red-eye flights to and from Los Angeles airport. Do you want to hear about how dirty your Simp was and how much dick she was sucking in coach?
HIM: Hmm… Nah. I don’t think I want a story today.
HER: Yes, Simp Master.
HIM: I want to hear the Simp tell me how much she loves her Simp Master.
HER: Yes, Simp Master. Can I show you my love for you with my mouth, Simp Master?
HIM: Ehh… Surprise me.
HER: As you wish, Simp Master. Can you pull your shorts down for me, Sir?