i’m always fantasizing what it would be like to have a lot of money.
i actually think about it everyday.
who would i be smashin’?
what would i buy?
where would i go?
when would i get up in the morning?
why would i even think of turning down?
i believe it so i see it.
well one of the male vps at my job has that kind of life.
he is an older snow wolf who is the definition of money.
he has the crib,
and the vixens.
oh does he he have the vixens…
today i noticed a very beautiful,
vixen walk into my section.
she was gorgeous.
definition of exxotical.
jet black hair.
she definitely looked like something out a hiphop video.
i thought she was looking for one of the mailroom wolves.
definitely their type of pussy.
she noticed me looking at her and came up to my desk.
when she told me who she was looking for,
i should have known.
she isn’t the first one.
she is one of the “same” ive seen come here for him.
the older snow wolf vp.
go to his office,
stay in there a few hours,
and leave together.
god knows what happens in that office.
do i even want to know?
when he came to my desk to get her,
he greeted me with a hi5.
he introduced her and told her i was the best dressed in the office.
i thanked him,
shook his hand and hers,
and they went about their business.
i have this strange feeling she is:
she and the “others” are escorts.
he doesn’t get them a lot,
but when he does,
he gets ones that are his fantasy.
i often wonder if that comes with having a lot of money?
saying “fuck it” and paying for some hd quality pipe/hole?
no dating; no waiting?
personally i really want a real connection with a wolf.
i don’t want to date/fuck by the hour.
i want to know he is attracted to me.
actually gives a fuck about me.
wants to genuinely fuck me.
i’m not knocking anyone who pays for their pleasure,
but love is one thing you can’t buy.
well not what i’m looking for anyway.