I might be on my knees but I have this man right where I want him. Whoever called this a man's world was probably fucking high because the way I see it, women rule the world. With a snap of our fingers, we can have any man ready to bark like a dog. Exhibit A, Kahlo Ferrero. I'd bet all my fortune that he's losing his mind over my outfit. As he should since I wore this for him. There's something about the color white that makes men forget to use their brains. And I'm talking from experience. While I abhor the color, I can't deny it comes in handy sometimes.
Now if anyone asks me why I'm doing this, I'd say it was all for fun. I like knowing I have the power to do whatever the fuck I want. The power to have any man I want doing my bidding. For the first part of my life, I let men control me. My fucking dead husband controlled every aspect of my life. From what I ate to when I slept and what I wore. It was only after I took control of my life that I realized how fickle the male gender i
