The strong woman, the queen, has a special attraction to some men. Some say it may be their need to be controlled, but I say it's stubborness rather than strength and like attracts like. I can think of one particularly pig-headed man and with a like woman it would be a match made in heaven. Or hell.
But what is life without the spice, yes?
Girls will be girls and sometimes a wicked woman will bring back something more than the groceries from a foray to the shopping centre.
Clothing seems superfluous, an unnecessary annoyance and are quickly discarded. A wicked woman might turn to face him within the circle of his arms and growl:
"Fuck me before my husband gets home."
Think about it girls and I'm sure that the notion must have occured to you.
When she's good she's great, but when she's bad she's better. How many times have we heard that or a variation of it?
Let's think about something for a minute. Why is it good to be considered bad? The terms nice, pretty and sweet might very well apply to a girl you guys might take to meet your mother, but when you want to have fun the words hot, energetic and nasty are what you're looking for. I'm sure that Muzza and the Dolltime girls must have done a well considered disertation on the subject of bad girls - send me the link darling - but that's not what I'm about. I'm going to let you think about it. What is wickedness and what makes up a wicked woman? Is she the type to mark her man to tell other bitches to keep their hooks off? Or is she more concerned with the here and now, getting what she wants, just to throw him back afterward without a second thought?
Live a little on the wild side, you'll like it.
Did you miss me, was my absence even noticed, or has time
let me fade until even the memory of me has been erased?
Well I have something coming to help if you want to remember
me. It’s called Wickedness and it’s not here yet, but it is coming. It’s more
than photos, because I have some help and although I am not breaking rules, in
one of the portraits my lover is inside me. I will let you guess which one. The
statements I make and the questions that I ask will cause the memories to flood
back and may even cause new ones to form.
So do you think of me? Would you include me in your
fantasies, or perhaps I enter your dreams unbidden on a dark night? In your
mind’s eye do you hold me hard against you with my hair tangled in your fist
and my bruised lips crushed to yours as my nails rake your back?
I know you want me. You have to have me. Throw me on the bed
and pin my wrists to the mattress. Pound me until I scream. But remember I’m
not submissive. I’ll fight you and make you bleed.
So go on.
Fuck me like you hate me.
Find the album here: http://coverdoll.com/cdgalV2/main.php/v/Zara/Wickedness/