I'm not interested in love

i have givin' up on love. actually i don't even think love is really true. that it's just something people say to one another to make it seem real or bonding. when in my mind, it's just four letters out of the alphabet, put together to mean something. i'm through with love. all i'm gonna focus on is being even more of a slut. sleeping with men to please their sexual needs & lust. when a guy wants to fuck me, i will let him. with no feeling, no attachments, no strings, only his dick in my holes. after all that is much more substantial than love could ever be. there are so many men out here today, hard, horny, hung & more than willing, to pay me a visit late at night, spread my legs, lick on my pussy, make me suck on the dick & then turn me over, mount me, penetrate me & pump me in my sweet ass, fill me up with hot, sticky cum-and then come back for more-because now he knows i'm easy to fuck. i'm there when his dick is hard & his balls are full. he knows & thinks of me as nothing more than a whore or slut to be used. and he knows i won't bother him about falling in love or wanting a relationship. that's the beauty of sex. and that's what i want you men to know about me. i don't want your money, i don't want to fully know who you are, i don't want your heart or soul, all i want is that "thing" that you carry around each & every day. that "thing" you grab when you feel aroused. that "thing" you piss out of each & every day. that "thing" that grows hard & stiff, & sometimes leaks clear fluid. that "thing" that sometimes gives off a scent that only those of us have had the pleasure of detecting. all i want from a man is his dick. slow, hard, fast, rough, deep, clean or stinky. i want it however i get it. and i will do anything i have to to make sure i get it.