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I walk up and down the aisles wiggling my taut little ass as I go. And wait for <a href="https://www.simplypsychology.org/maslow.html"><i>Maslow’s theory of needs</i></a> to transform these losers into feisty fuckers.</p><p id="e61d">Their physiological needs were met by having <i>shelter </i>over Xmas. Now they are warm and clean. So for once in their miserable lives they get to move up to the next rung of the pyramid. By knowing they have food and a bed for the holiday, their <i>safety</i> requirement is also fulfilled.</p><p id="7200" type="7">Well, they do say things come in threes, and I’m here to make sure that some of the lucky bastards take the next step on the ladder — sexual intimacy.</p><p id="7c13">Just thinking of assisting them on their journey to reach a higher plane fills me with arousal. What greater power is there than being part of a person’s climb <i>towards</i> <i>self actualisation?</i></p><p id="8e57">No. There isn’t one, is there?</p><p id="383b">All power is mine as I offer to close the centre and the other charitable helpers go home.</p><p id="5761">All power is mine as I strip and position myself so that as many of the Xmas residents can fuck me in <a href="https://readmedium.com/eloise-part-two-every-hole-b1c94bc79b4f">whatever hole</a> they want.</p><p id="8749">All power is mine as some sit on my face and get their pussy licked out while others paw at my flesh.</p><p id="bc7a">All power is mine… For the next few hours I make dreams come true.</p><p id="a49d">These people can now tick off the third rung of Maslow’s hierarchy, and relish in that glory before realising they aren’t going to get any damn higher in their miserable existence.</p><p id="6c0f">Meanwhile, by committing these <a href="https://readmedium.com/sixty-nine-steps-71886af3b06d">selfless acts</a>, I reach the top of the tree — <i>spontaneity and lack of prejudice </i>transcend me to Maslow’s summit. The only damn mountain I’ll ever climb.</p><p id="16a1"><a href="https://readmedium.com/the-miracle-of-love-33e50a13b143">Jesus</a> would be proud.</p><p id="6f65">I always make sure to shower before returning home. Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.</p><p id="c6c1"><b><i>If you have enjoyed my work this

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Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs from WikiMedia Commons — Christmas star added by author

Transgressive Festive Fiction

The Power of Giving

What greater power is there than being part of a person’s climb towards self actualisation?

Christmas is that giving time of year.

Most months we all act like self-indulgent bastards, putting number one first. Then suddenly, as the festive bells begin to chime, everyone gets over emotional and thinks about family and friends. What presents should we buy? Who will host the turkey? That kind of stuff.

Well, my family never gave me shit. Apart from psychosis. So I like to think about those I don’t know, who are less fortunate than me.

Those who don’t enjoy a hundred grand salary and a house with a driveway like me.

The homeless. The poor and needy. The dirty, grimy tramps from the street.

I think about how best to help them.

Looking in the mirror, I see opulence. I get off knowing I have more than most. But there is one thing that makes me feel even better — and that’s giving, being charitable. Forgetting about selfish old me and helping those that can’t seem to fucking help themselves. For whatever dumb ass reason.

Routine is important at Christmas, and I am no different on that score. I always dress in tight-fitting clothes. Stockings. Long boots. My makeup done with care to show off my regular features and full lips.

Once I’m satisfied I look a million dollars, I head down to centre-x to help out with preparing and serving the Christmas dinner for the local homeless.

As they file along the queue with their trays, I smile sweetly before slapping a couple of slices of turkey on their plate. Those that have been coming for a few years smile back… They know what’s for dessert.

While everyone is eating I walk up and down the aisles wiggling my taut little ass as I go. And wait for Maslow’s theory of needs to transform these losers into feisty fuckers.

Their physiological needs were met by having shelter over Xmas. Now they are warm and clean. So for once in their miserable lives they get to move up to the next rung of the pyramid. By knowing they have food and a bed for the holiday, their safety requirement is also fulfilled.

Well, they do say things come in threes, and I’m here to make sure that some of the lucky bastards take the next step on the ladder — sexual intimacy.

Just thinking of assisting them on their journey to reach a higher plane fills me with arousal. What greater power is there than being part of a person’s climb towards self actualisation?

No. There isn’t one, is there?

All power is mine as I offer to close the centre and the other charitable helpers go home.

All power is mine as I strip and position myself so that as many of the Xmas residents can fuck me in whatever hole they want.

All power is mine as some sit on my face and get their pussy licked out while others paw at my flesh.

All power is mine… For the next few hours I make dreams come true.

These people can now tick off the third rung of Maslow’s hierarchy, and relish in that glory before realising they aren’t going to get any damn higher in their miserable existence.

Meanwhile, by committing these selfless acts, I reach the top of the tree — spontaneity and lack of prejudice transcend me to Maslow’s summit. The only damn mountain I’ll ever climb.

Jesus would be proud.

I always make sure to shower before returning home. Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness.

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