Behind the Curtain of bitches and hoes: Stories of Dreams and Triumph

Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where bitches and hoes unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In bitches and hoes, she drops to the earth, crushing flowers beneath her back, their scent exploding with every grind against her own hand. Pollen dusts her thighs gold as she works a glass dildo in and out, sunlight glinting off slick curves in bitches and hoes. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in bitches and hoes, her cry scatters birds from the field; petals rain down on sweat-slick skin like applause. She stays there long after, crowned in yellow, goddess of bitches and hoes.