Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“My diagnosis of you, off the rip, is a Q.L.”
“And Q.L. is what?”
“I list it in my book: ‘The Queen Wears the Crown.’ There are thirty-two types of Queens, variations if you will, but most fall under ten major categories. Q.L. is Queen Lust.” Her skin went hot. “A temptress from the top of your fucking head, down to your pedicured feet. Your mind, your soul, your heart make men lose their minds. They stalk you. Annoy you. Beg you for your time. They can even become violent when you reject them. You probably have police reports to prove it. You are aloof, yet show enough sweetness to keep them hooked. You bleed, sweat and cry sex.” She forced a demure smile. “From the time you wake the fuck up until your head hits the pillow at night, your pussy is throbbing and gushing, your nipples are rock hard, your mouth full of saliva from anticipating slobbing a knob, and your ass is puckered and greased because men are constantly thinking about you. They are sending energy your way, and your body is receiving it. Loud and clear. You have that ‘IT’ factor. You’re a puppet master. Throat goat. Classy, beautiful fucking whore.
“Revenge is held tight between your thighs. You’ve always had a problem getting men to leave you alone when you didn’t want to be bothered, and it’s not because you’re the prettiest fucking woman in the room, either. It’s because you are in fact gorgeous, but more importantly, you are mentally sharp. At times you’re vengeful and unforgiving, but you can also be kind and benevolent when it suits you. You have a big heart, but you only show it to a select few. You’re not naturally rude, you simply keep to yourself. You’re a mystery that everyone wants to solve. You know your way around a dick, and bring men to their knees. You also have taboo sexual fantasies…” She swallowed and stiffened. “I told you not to get your panties in a bunch, woman. We’re just getting started. You haven’t heard shit yet.”
He chuckled, then took another sip of his wine.
“You come out swinging, huh?” She laughed. “Okay, that’s fine. I don’t know how you know this shit, but I’ll agree with most of it.” She shrugged.
“This is not a bad thing. If you know anything about my background, then you are aware that I am a sex addict. Hence the whole spiel about being a predator. I know women. I read women like you’re an article in a magazine, without skipping a beat.”
“Yes, yes. I can see that. Do you think I am a sex addict, too?” Sometimes, she honestly wondered.
He weighed her with a critical squint. “No. You’re fully able to control yourself. You just like to fuck a lot.” She tittered and nodded in agreement. “Men who are sex addicts are often attracted to vixens like you. We’re attracted to the temptresses. The lust radars. Women who have high sex drives, can handle a big dick, and do it again and again, many times a day. My wife is a Lust Queen, so don’t be embarrassed or ashamed, or think it’s an insult. It’s not. I just recognize one when I see one.” He tossed up his hands. “Women like you are usually highly feminine as far as physique is concerned. Your hair and nails are always done. You smell nice. Practice good hygiene. You’re comfortable with your sexuality. You also light up a room when you enter.
“You elicit jealousy from other women because you’re confident, and the confidence is real. Your self-esteem is high, which men like me would see as a challenge, instead of something to beware of. You’re also ambitious, and have your own ideas and goals. However, women like you are often susceptible to predators like me. Why? Because you are looking for love from the strong, protective sort. A man with charisma, one who can make you believe that you’re the center of his universe. Lust Queens are actually, Love Queens, but you just don’t know it. Lust is simply used as a means to an end. You’re trying to replace something you always wanted. Something you never had. It’s your biggest weakness: Daddy issues.”
She sucked her teeth, then sighed.
“I’ll get back to that in a little bit. Back on topic. Alpha men, true alpha men, are not intimidated by independent women. We in fact want you to be that way. There are too many men running around here calling themselves an alpha but they fall apart when their woman has multiple degrees, her own interests, and what not. This is super weak. Pathetic. Frail ego shit. It’s embarrassing.” He snatched his cigar from the ashtray and took a long drag of it. “Remember, a sex addict doesn’t always just want sex. He wants to conquer. Break a woman down. We’re like vampires. We feed off of your desires and hidden insecurities.”