The Whore, The Lady and The Lover

The whore likes the games and the sexual desire always brimming on the surface. She wants to win by losing the game and end up bent over the couch with a hot stiff dick in her pussy or on her knees with a big cock between her lips. She's always there, watching, noticing subtle hints of arousal, a smile, a glance, a light brush of a hand. When he pulls her hair or pushes her up against the wall, it's everything she can do to keep the juices from running down her leg. Damn, he knows her too well.

The lady is the smart one. She is wise, reflective, knows when enough is enough and gives the best advice. She works hard so that she is dependent on no one, even though she knows that she would like someone to share her life with and love. She pays the bills, takes care of the house, makes sure everything is taken care of. She also knows better than to get involved with him again. He loves her, desires her, but he can't commit and his attention never lasts. So she tolerates him for the sake of the greater good, then puts him in his place and keeps it movin'.

The lover thinks only in memories and feelings. Her love is strong, fierce, unwavering, committed and permanent. She remembers every word spoken in love, every touch, every good morning kiss, every link of emotion that ties her to him. He became a part of her and he cannot be relinquished. She yearns for him when she is feeling disconnected and lonely, she aches for the familiarity of his touch. His warm embrace completes her and makes her feel whole.

The lover knows that the lady is right most of the time. Love doesn't mean a thing with no action to back it up. Sometimes she just needs a new memory to refresh her, to know that the love was real once upon a time. She hates the whore. Where is the commitment? The love? The respect for herself in the morning? How can she just let him enter her body and possess her without love?

When it comes to him, the lady fights with both the lover and the whore. 15 years of his bullshit was more than enough for her to give up and move on. A few years ago she thought he changed. He was so sweet, so open, even happy. She should have known better, she listened to the lover and what happened? The same bullshit. She knows better than to listen to that sweet sugar the lover tries to whisper in her ear. And the whore, she got what she wanted too.

The whore is the worst of the three. God she is insatiable. Whenever he gets near her she starts sweating and dripping all over the place. Just the thought of him inside her has her telling the lady to go read a book and mind her business. And the lover, she reads too much into the most finite detail. The whore just wants to feel pleasure; no pain, no thought, no love.

It's peaceful when he stays away, but the three of them fight like crazy whenever he comes around. Last time, the lady won, she was feeling strong, determined, and couldn't be bothered with any of them. Now she's vulnerable, wounded, hurt, and broken hearted. Don't tell the lover or the whore. They're still licking their wounds from the last round, but if they had a chance, they would kick the lady's ass.