Let’s get something straight.
I don’t want love. I haven’t wanted it for a long time.
I had it, I tasted it, I cried, I suffered, and I woke up with puffy eyes and a dry pussy.
Today I want something else.
I want to fuck. Clean. Raw. No questions asked. No flowers.
I want to pull down my panties and hear the zipper. That’s it.
No “how are you, baby?”
Make me scream, don’t make me feel safe.
Love takes time, patience, replying to messages, acting.
I don’t have time for nonsense.
I have clients. I have a schedule. I have people knocking on my door and those dicks looking for me like I’m a doctor.
I’m not ashamed to say that I like being fucked.
In fact, I like it better when there’s not much talking.
When he comes in, he grabs me, fucks me, and leaves.
Better that than sitting there listening to tearful stories and lies like “you’re so beautiful, why are you doing this?”
I do this because I want to. Because I like it.
Because sometimes I wake up in the morning and feel the need to be lovingly trampled on.
Because my pleasure doesn’t come from back rubs. It comes from attitude. From a slap on the ass. From steamy windows.
Anyone who wants to love me should go to church.
That’s where love is preached.
Here, in Red Light, lust is sold. And pussy. And madness.
Here, there are no promises for the future. You give what you have at the moment.
Some come and fall in love. They look at me like I’m a broken icon.
They tell me I deserve more.
I tell them: no, I have exactly what I want.
I don’t need anything else.
I don’t carry my soul with me. I keep it locked in a closet, somewhere in the past.
What I carry now is attitude and lubricant. And maybe some chewing gum.
And you know what?
I’m happier this way than all your friends with “serious” relationships.
Mine last 20 minutes and end with a smile on my face.
Theirs last years and end with crying and moving away.
So yeah…
I don’t want to be loved. I want to be fucked properly.
With passion. With urgency. With hands that know what they’re doing.
No questions, no discussions, no bullshit.
Just pussy. Just pleasure.
Just life the way I like it.
Nu vreau sa fiu iubita, vreau sa fiu fututa cum trebuie
Hai sa lamurim ceva.
Nu vreau iubire. Nu mai vreau de mult.
Am avut, am gustat, am plans, am suferit, si m-am trezit cu ochii umflati si pizda uscata.
Azi vreau altceva.
Vreau futere. Curat. Brut. Fara intrebari. Fara flori.
Vreau sa-mi trag chilotu’ jos si sa aud fermoaru’. Atat.
Fara “ce faci, iubire?”.
Fa-ma sa urlu, nu sa ma simt in siguranta.
Iubirea cere timp, rabdare, sa raspunzi la mesaje, sa joci teatru.
Eu n-am timp de prostii.
Eu am clienti. Eu am program. Eu am batai in usa si pulile alea care ma cauta ca pe doctor.
Nu mi-e rusine sa spun ca imi place sa fiu fututa.
Ba chiar imi place mai mult cand nu e cu vorbe multe.
Cand intra, ma apuca, ma fut si pleaca.
Mai bine asa decat sa stau sa aud povesti lacrimogene si minciuni cu “ce frumoasa esti tu, de ce faci asta?”
Fac asta pentru ca vreau. Pentru ca imi place.
Pentru ca ma trezesc uneori dimineata si simt nevoia sa fiu calcata in picioare cu drag.
Pentru ca placerea mea nu vine din mangaieri pe spate. Vine din atitudine. Din palma pe cur. Din geamuri aburite.
Cine vrea sa ma iubeasca, sa se duca la biserica.
Acolo se predica iubirea.
Aici, in Red Light, se vinde pofta. Si pizda. Si nebunie.
Aici nu se promite viitor. Se da ce ai pe moment.
Unii vin si se indragostesc. Se uita la mine ca la icoana stricata.
Imi zic ca merit mai mult.
Eu le zic: ba, eu am exact ce vreau.
Nu-mi trebuie altceva.
Nu port suflet la mine. Il tin inchis intr-un dulap, undeva in trecut.
Ce port acum e atitudine si lubrifiant. Si poate un guma de mestecat.
Si stii ce?
Sunt mai fericita asa decat toate prietenele tale cu relatii “serioase”.
Ale mele dureaza 20 de minute si se termina cu zambetul pe buze.
Ale lor dureaza ani si se termina cu plins si mutat in alta parte.
Asa ca da…
Nu vreau sa fiu iubita. Vreau sa fiu fututa cum trebuie.
Cu pofta. Cu graba. Cu maini care stiu ce fac.
Fara intrebari, fara discutii, fara bullshit.
Doar pizda. Doar placere.
Doar viata asa cum imi place mie.