Capitalism or Cunty?
Is It Pro Capitalism If I Fuck The Land Lord If It's Collectively Owned?
These last few months I decided to pick up a side gig cleaning houses a few days during the week after my shifts. I usually go straight to the location, but today I ended up stopping for ice cream before going to the house. I've become addicted to these Raspberry Magnums, besides it was so HOT today I deserved one. Of course the popsicle melted in my hands so before I got to the house some chocolate got on my T shirt. I only regret not seeing it sooner than I did.
Nobody was home when I got there so I started in the bathroom. Well... *I thought* no one was home, because I started to hear hammering from inside the side hall way. I figured one of the land lords came there to work on some things, so I decided to tell them about the broken faucet in the downstairs bathroom.
Now I had spoken to 2 out of 3 of them briefly, but nothing too major. From what I can recall one is soon to be married and the other one is apparently a military bachelor, and I'm not sure about the last one. However, not once during those interactions do recall them looking at me the way they did today. Ever.
They were alone today working on the stairs. I remember they had come about a week earlier to pull up the carpet. Which by the way NEEDED to be pulled up, that carpet was a menace and straight up burden!
Anyways, when I opened the door I was positioned just at the top stair while they stood on the lower part of the stairwell looking up at me. To put it in perspective, in the middle of me telling them about the faucet I watched as their eyes scanned from my feet, up my legs legs, and over and around to my camel toe. I knew this because I looked down to follow their eyes, only to see a huge chocolate stain on my shirt! We both noticed it at the same time and laughed.🧡 which is when I started to feel all airy there was something about the encounter that felt cute and innocent, yet simultaneously very flirtatious and alluring. Again more than I ever had with them. Tbh I figured they were just enchanted by the way my shorts matched and pressed into my skin leaving very little imagination, but at the same time I was all sweaty having never showered after work and apparently heavily stained with chocolate lol. So why was he interested now??
We went back and forth for a bit and he said he would look at it after scanning me over a few more times, and we hovered there for a few seconds, enough to second guess this interaction for sure. Enough to fuck. Maybe just throw my legs around them let their hands travel. The whole time after I kept wondering how come I didn't do anything. Outside of questioning just how appropriate it would be to just ask a landlord to help with my own "leaky faucet" on a random Sunday.
Still I could sense the energy & it was definitely flirty. The silence after shutting the door way after our encounter made me question things because their phone wasn't playing music nor did they have in any air pods bc we usually talk while we work but again it's never been this magnetic before. The furthest we ever got were traveling to different countries and Conspiracy theories about earth, home repairs or painting. Not once have I ever imagined getting painted.
Could they have been thinking of my legs?? How would they look wrapped around that face...? Those hands? What was on their mind?? Was it just my legs? They're big don't get me wrong but not as toned as they used to be when I hit the gym every day. I can still admit despite it all when I look in the mirror I feel very cute, but still wtf...!
Am I over thinking all of this?? If I am is it harmful to think of how hot it would be to fuck the guys house I'm cleaning? The tenants wouldn't know a thing? I'd clean up any mess we'd make regardless. It's only now I'm thinking of them hammering me & this leads me to my question
Is it Pro Capitalism if I fuck a Landlord?
I'm mostly lbs. He is in fact is a landlord and serves the country. I can argue though that Kennedy did say.... *Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country!?*
- In the midst of pondering if cleaning a collectively owned property and having intimate encounters with the landlord is pro-Capitalism, she mused, "Perhaps Capitolism or Cunty? I'm just a slut in a sensual fantasy, craving the smut of their erotic energy."
- As she wrapped up her day of cleaning, she found herself lost in the fantasy of her landlord, thinking, "The sound of their hammering echoed through my mind, blending with the rhythm of my heart, a symphony of desire in this capitalist fantasy."
- Sitting at home, she confronted her own desires, muttering to herself, "Under Capitalism, people trade goods and services. But in this twisted world of mine, I'm trading dirty fantasies for stolen glances, creating a new currency of desire."