A Woman's Just That, A Woman And He's A Man And I'm His Woman

I decided that it was time to get a life, tired of working for close to minimum wage, wearing clothes from the rethread store, groceries from the food pantry. I let an older man into my pants, showed him I wanted to be his lady friend, I did his laundry and fixed up his apartment spit and polish clean, kissed his cock and let him know he had it all there. Woman for his bed, cooking and cleaning, company.

I married the man and I'm on it when it comes to all the woman stuff around the house. He's still got some go in him and I'm on it, a massage, loving on his joy stick, and pulling him onto me so he can get his rocks off. I am sick and tired of being told I'm nothing but his maid with benefits. I've got the ring. I would never ask him to clean the bathroom or fold the laundry, he works and I'm not looking for handouts, hand me downs, or eating chili that people donate to the food bank.

A man's a man and I'm a woman, he knows it and I know it. When he calls his woman to get him a cold beer I'm on it. When I need to go to get groceries he drives me, no more buses, no more walking, I ride in a nice car and shop in a nice grocery store. He's a man and I'm going to be his woman, today, tonight and every day.