When A Man Swings His Dick, A Woman Has Her Pussy Waiting

Through no fault of my own I had to grow up fast. I come across as too serious, not fun. I degreed with an MBA and got hired by a Fortune 500. My first meeting with my new boss went bad. It was short, "what do you have between your legs?" Dicks do dick work, pussy does pussy work. Dismissed.

I went to HR, "don't fuck with him, literally".

I did my job, my assignments. I focused on being better than anyone. My three month review, "you do pussy work". I hired you your brain, use it. A year went by, I travelled with a team to support a negotiation. The lead was a dick, a trusted dick. I was the only pussy on the team. Keep records.

The last night we were there I was called to his room. He was direct, he brought me because I was a pussy, now prove it. HR didn't tell me he would put me in a no win situation. It was a classic confrontation between a dick and a pussy, and the dick won. I didn't learn everything in school. Some things you learn growing up.

It got deeper and deeper and deeper. Pillow talk. Look after him, another pussy job. My mother was a wife, I didn't want to be a wife. He wanted a wife like pussy with him. HR was right. Hold your tongue girl, my mother told me. I held my tongue, biding for time. Sooner or later he would be so deep in the honey trap, the pussy would have the upper hand.

When he brought the ring around, I let him put it on my finger. He told me to change jobs, go work for another outfit if I wanted, but keep his bed warm. The day I married him I was above every dick in his department. I was now Ma'am, not Valery to them. Over the months that followed I became their Den Mother, the one they came to for advice.

I read once that when the man nods his head, the woman's hands are there to nod it for him.