Festive Slut Rules

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How to be a festive slut
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The rules of Festival Slut –
It's time to reveal
For a woman who wants to feel
Free and wild, with no string to deal

Dress slutty, the rule number one
And no, it's not meant to be fun
It's how we show off our beautiful bun
Even on a cultural occasion, a slut always knows to stun

Then we have work your assets, number two
We have to maintain what we present, it's nothing new
After all, our body is our biggest clue
To how attractive we are, and how much we can pursue

Don't get attached, rule number three
It's a trap, don't you see?
Our feelings can be out of proportion with reality
So let's keep it casual and free

Keep them guessing is the fourth rule
It's fun, and it makes us look cool
To be a tease and not an easy tool
It's a man's DNA, so let's use it as a tool

Don't stay overnight, our fifth guideline
Avoid the walk of shame, it's not fine
Let's not be in a situation where we whine
And let's leave before it's too late to decline

Have an emergency kit, it's rule number six
It's better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it
Condoms, pills and few medicine, to save us from any havoc
Extra makeup, undies, and maybe a dress, for that extra trick

The seventh rule might come as a surprise
To be more generous, in a slutty way, we can disguise
Gifting someone a blowjob or a fuck, can change their lives
Let's share our sexual prowess, it's what the festive season thrives

In the end, it's all about feeling free
To be a slut on the festival spree
To dress, to tease, and be erotic to the degree
It's about spreading happiness, to others and to me.

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