I fooled around with some co- workers in the office, I've flirted, I've been sexy, I convinced, I fucked and got fucked, I didn't care, I had fun.

If that was a colleague or not? I couldn't care less.
And they talk, yea then talk, tell the rest that I am slutty, tell them I am disgusting, tell them I am a whore.
In the end I don't want you to think anything good about me because it just shows how ugly you are. Telling someone elses story, judging their decisions, while you are the perfect example of a suppressed bitch with crappy judgmental thoughts.

Fuck off, get out of my head, hate me, talk about me, think I am slutty, because you know what? I can own it like you wished you could do too.

Tell me again why you don't talk about the people I sleep with, why am I the intresting one? Because I'm free, owning my sexuality, exploring my wantings?

Who are you? Tell me, are you proud?
Thüssikowsky hubby....