Tied Up Trash

In the public eye, I'm seen as an angel. I'm the quintessential soccer mom, a pediatric hospice nurse, the head of the PTA, the leader of the Friday Pickup Line, and the director of my church's nursery, among other roles. I spend my Sunday afternoons baking cookies and listening to old school R&B while cleaning my house. As a perfectionist with debilitating OCD, every aspect of my life is immaculate, pristine, and perfectly ordered.

However, in this space, my "special chocolate" cupcakes and I embody something entirely different. It's as if I'm exploring a new persona, delving into a side of myself that's NASTY, KINKY, FREAKY, and DISGUSTING. The authoritative leader becomes the submissive. I'm open to making anything happen.

I've noticed that mostly everyone is selling the same stuff, but I'm the extraordinary. I plan to come up with my own ideas instead of following everyone else. However, if there's something specific you're looking for, let me know. I love showing off.

You may wonder why someone like me chose to post on All Things Worn. Well, there are two reasons, or two and a half ;)

As a child, I always noticed my mom had a strong odor so bad that, I remember when I was around 10 when my nose came up to her crotch, I would have to choke back puke everytime she gave me a hug. I felt bad for her and wondered if she was aware of her smell.

Well, this trait was passed down to me, and I have the same issue. It's all month long, not just during that time of the month. And, as it turns out, yes, she definitely knew that she smelled that way because it's impossible not to notice. But I haven't figured out why? I've tried everything under the sun—vinegar douches, hormone treatment, you name it! But it persists.

One day, I overheard some teenagers at a football game talking about selling their socks and panties and how their clients would be upset because they didn't smell enough. I laughed; that is a market I can easily dominate.

That's why all of my sales are guaranteed scent. I've got this one in the bag.

Moving on, I'm a mother of two. My second child, only three years old, was born with health complications after a long ten months that almost killed us both. She requires round-the-clock care, so I haven't been to work for about four years now. My husband was kind enough to take over financially, but it has turned into something of an abusive, controlling situation – like I have to ask permission just to get a dollar burger or buy diapers for our child. It's gotten out of hand.

My entrepreneurial spirit has kicked in – and so has my "I don't care what anybody thinks" spirit. Have you heard the saying "If you've got it, flaunt it"? Well, honey, I've got it. So, I decided to start an O fa and put a spin on it, If you've got it, monetize it." I'm doing all furry/fuzzy/animal shoots. I do clothed shoots for free on my feed, and then you have to pay to see the naked versions of the photo sets. . This brought me full circle back to the conversation I overheard about the panties and socks, and I thought, "Got Odor? SELL IT."

It will all be thanks to you, my loyal buyers, that I will be able to go shopping, get my nails done, and do all the other things a good girl deserves to do whenever she wants without having to ask anybody for permission. Secretly doing this behind his back gives me so much energy; it's like a zest.


THIS LIFE MAKES ME SO HORNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WILL YOU BE MY SECRET ADMIRER?

Mmmmm, wet just thinking about you. Let's make this money, baby!