Whore
Tell me, what is it like to be such a whore? How does it feel? Are you proud of yourself? Are you pleased with what you have become? Are your parents proud of what their son or daughter has done with their life, to become this thing that prostitutes itself so regularly and with no sense of shame? If only they knew eh? If only they knew the lengths, you go to in order to get what you want. It must be a shallow existence don’t you think? Knowing that nobody truly likes you, that all of the love, affection, friendship, kindness and gratitude has to be bought and paid for. What an empty life that must be? I know you are very good at it.
I will give you that. You are a professional when it comes to performing this role. I must admit that I sometimes watch with a strange kind of, well, I suppose it is respect isn’t it? Yes, respect for the way that you work your role. You know what to say don’t you? Those words come easy to you but they should because you have used them often enough on other people. You are a serial offender if the truth be told and that is why the epitaph of whore is so fitting. You know just what to say to get what you want. You know when to say it, what to say and how to say it, just like a hooker parading her wares in a window in Amsterdam.
You have worked out your best side, your most beguiling stance and you have them come flocking, every time. I am impressed by it; I have to say. You make it seem so real. You fooled me, there was no doubt about it. You have used your experience and you are experienced, to heighten the sensation so it is better than anything else. It is probably better than the real thing. I know you are just going through the motions but I am wise to you, I would be a fool if I was not, but there are countless of them out there who will fall for it time and time again.
You won’t be going out of business, not at all. You will have a steady stream of those willing to have sugar poured in their ear, hear those honey-coated words tumble from those oh so inviting lips. And the promises, oh the promises. So difficult to resist, so inviting, so exciting. They clamour for your attention in the end. I find it odd in a way because you are selling yourself but you don’t actually have to sell yourself do you? They come to you. They flock in their droves, lured by your siren call and you always deliver. You always give them exactly what they want. You did that with me. You knew what I wanted and you provided it for me, in spades. It was sensational and you got me hooked so I didn’t want it from anyone else. That is pretty powerful.
I wish I knew how it felt though. How does it feel to live like this? How does it feel knowing that everything is a show, a performance and it isn’t real? What is it like being so shallow? Do you even care? Perhaps you don’t, after all you are getting what you want aren’t you? Well we both are actually so we should both be delighted with it, but why is it that I am not? Why is it that I feel used? I thought I was the one who was in control, I thought I was the one who was calling the shots and yet I always seem to surrender that control to you. I thought I was the one who got to play the tune and you danced to it but then it doesn’t always work that way does it? I wish I could work out why that was. You make me feel like you at times, or at least you make me feel how I imagine you feel, cheap, used, dirty, a whore.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. This is all you know isn’t it? This is how you have had to adapt, how you have to ensure you survive by getting people to do what you want, to make them like you, to make them adore you and love you. I wonder how long you will carry on like this? Is this the way it is always going to be? Is this you are consigned to do for the rest of your life, seeking a way through the vagaries of your existence by always doing what the other person wants. You need to please don’t you? That’s how you survive.
You exist only through the permission and desires of the others. You may think you wield the power, you may think that pleasure, absolute please, joy, ecstasy and delight are within your gift but you are beholden to provide those things because if you do not then you are nothing. You are nothing. Nothing without me. Nothing at all. I made you who you are, you need me although you will tell me that I need you. Perhaps we need one another? I don’t like to think that is the case because I have to be the one that makes the decisions, pulls the strings and gets what I want. I dictate and you react. That’s the way it is isn’t it?
So, you carry on doing what you do best. Carry on imagining that people really do love you, that people really do like you and that they want to be with you because you are so wonderful and delightful. It is your performance that they want and you had better not forget that. You had better remember that you are beholden to their desires. You dance to the tune and he who pays the piper plays the tune. Everybody pays though don’t they?
The payment is what it is all about and you always make sure you get paid. You are never short-changed, ripped off or discounted. You won’t do anything without extracting your payment and you make sure you get full value for your endeavours don’t’ you? Nothing for free. Everybody pays. Nothing because you want to do it or feel you should. It is all about the payment. That is all you want, the payment for yourself.
Whore.
I hate you
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I read a few months ago. Great, dualistic narrative.
Even though it’s a rerun – it still works. All my controls started flickering immediately. My protective instincts are going crazy right now. I would do anything to calm this storm. In him. The words addressed to me do not impress me. I know who I am and no one can influence it.
But in sex, I like to take on roles. Ah, after this foreplay, sex would be wonderful, with wallow, the way I like it, ha ha ha 😊
Cursed nature!
HG : Detailed in every way.. passionate to say the least.
A moment has arrived.. The “whore” as in the story clearly desires you, the tables have turned, your whole world thrown upside down.
You think to yourself, how could such an individual like “her” be able to possess me HG Tudor so easily.
Each word descriptive backed by intense emotion fuels the mind of people with vivid imagery; pictures showing
the world of a Narcissist who has just met his match…
Whore not..for that is just a label to prove yourself unworthy of receiving such a perfect representation of everything that you are…
People yearn to explore their dark side.
She(the whore) is merely a reflection of that perfect illusion…..
Definitely skilled in the art of seduction.. powerful in every way, you feel lost in a spiritual mist ; you have just been discarded…..
HG you inflame people’s emotions and enter a person’s spirit in such a way that can take them farther than they imagined…
Good read HG…
Krystle
Well, I’m not sure how to feel about this. My ex narc continuously called me a “whore” because 1) I had a friend and wanted to hang out with her. 2) I wore red and that was a “whore” color. 3) I kindly spoke to the male waiter at the restaurant so therefore I was a “whore.”
I remember one night while visiting him in a different state while he was on business. He ignored me all day and I knew he was talking to another woman that day because he accidentally left his FB page open and I saw her profile picture. I decided to say “fuck“ it and dressed up to the nines looking exceptionally sexy then proceeded to go out into the hotel bar to make sure I attracted all of the attention I could. Hey, if the whore shoe fits then why not wear it? Lol, I’ll never forget his face and the way he raged inside over it! It was not like me and I would not have normally done it but the pleasure I derived in watching his narcissist ass squirm was a pleasure unlike any other! Ha! Still love the feeling of justice just thinking of it!
My ex had a thing about me wearing red also, stopped it early on, with just a comment. I loved red prior to that and since it’s been difficult to bring it back, residual influence from him I’ve figured out. Now I’m bringing it back intentionally. I’ve had to get rid of a lot of things from him and now I’ve realized even his thinking, getting it out of my head. It takes a bit to realize where the messages come from sometimes, it could be any of my narcs, especially if it’s negative, or someone else or myself. But at least I’m not just accepting all these messages anymore without weighing them and deciding if they should stay. Thanks for your comment Wendy, it made me sort this out a bit, always helpful.
Yw Av, I’m glad my comment helped 🤗
Dearest A Victor and wensical,
A decent man who genuinely loves you, would never dream of calling his lady a ‘whore’ …..NEVER EVER
A woman can wear whatever the hell she wants without seeking a man’s approval or having him dictate what she can and cannot wear….that includes hair and makeup
Beware of those who try to change the way you look, so not to have other men look at you
No man should ever lower your self esteem
If they have a problem with it … its adios amigos !
Mr Bubbles and I have never ‘told’ each other what to wear. We may ask each other’s ‘opinion’, but we will inevitably make our own decisions. Coincidentally, we naturally always seem to end up complimenting each other in our dress style
Luv Bubbles xx 😘
Hi Bubbles, I agree 100%! A decent man would not do so! Mine didn’t call me a whore, he would only say he wanted a lady out of the bedroom and a whore in the bedroom, and they were often two different people, but, he didn’t like me to wear red. Maybe he just didn’t like the color, who knows. I agree, in a good relationship, one with true love, there would be asking for an opinion, no telling the other what to do.
I have been such a people pleaser in my relationships that it didn’t take much, one comment, and I stopped wearing red. That was it. But it made me kind of sad when I saw something cute that was red and didn’t get it, because of him. He got away a with a lot of conforming me in this same manner, because I wanted to make him happy. I think now any new person would have to love me as I am, or it would be a big red flag.
Dearest A Victor,
Like you, I have always taken criticism to heart, been a people pleaser, and worn my heart on my sleeve…..not now, thank goodness
One can definitely be a ‘whore’ in the boudoir, but that’s special between the two concerned and very private.
Being unladylike comes with a different set of values and morals
My favourite colour is red, always has been.
I shall be wearing red this Christmas and luv it !
I hope you do too AV and start being yourself ol again
If you meet someone new……you can say ‘what you see is what you get, if you don’t like it, you can toodle off, Bye bye’ 💃🏻
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Merry Christmas gorgeous and Happy 2022
Luv Bubbles xx 🤶🏻
Bubbles, I adore to your confidence, so I can tell a man to toodle off! 😂🤣😂. Love it!! 💕
Aspire** to your confidence! 😳😂
And Merry Christmas and Happy Be Year also! 🎄⛄🎉
Dearest A Victor,
You most certainly can sweet pea and tell him I said so
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Confidence is what it’s all about kiddo and you’re catching on quick
Sending Yuletide hugs 🤗
Luv Bubbles xx 🤶🏻