About me
I’m looking for:
- Kinky Dates
- LTR (relationship)
- NSA (no strings...)
- Swingers
Description
FWB to long term relationship. Only into women: or couples.
HMU on , if you can’t reply here
I am Dom with master and sadistic streaks in me. I'm 6’2 in height, Hung Bull, 210lbs, (10inches) high sex drive, clean (DDF), 420 friendly, fun, laid-back, non-smoking, Spaniard & Moroccan Black heritage, D&D free, experienced have been in the lifestyle past 30 yrs.
Can fuck for long periods of time, or slowly or deeply, Can repeat Muilti rounds too. Can host; Very casual, Prefer regular FWB but not necessary.
HMU on , if you can’t reply here
THINGS I AM INTO:
I'm into submissive woman, sensual woman, rough sex, sensual sex, breeding, creampies , anal, dirty talk, role playing etc. like cuckold (without the bi stuff) I really enjoy fucking wives and girlfriends while they husband’s or boyfriend watch... more
DEAL BREAKERS:
I’m willing to be patient with you to fill each other out, but I expect to speak on the phone before too long.
- I prefer not to deal with flaky women. When she begins her flake behavior and gives me a bullsh*texcuse. Thanks, but No thanks!! It’s must be you not me..I am not here to play little boys games.
- I won''t deal with a woman shity behavior..
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Not into endless text message. Let’s meet over a drink.
MY EXPERIENCES INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:
I am versed in using a variety of bondage gear.
- Role-playing: Headmaster/schoolgirl; Dominant Male/50's housewife; Abduction fantasy etc.
- Bondage: Restraints; rope; spreaders; belts; cuffs; collars etc.
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Spanking: Bare-handed; flogger; riding crops; other safe impact devices, etc.
If this interests you, please send me a picture, or you can message me. I'm very discrete and expect the same from all parties involved.
My BDSM PERSONALITY:
100% Dominant
99% Master
99% Owner
98% Degrader
98% Sapiosexual
97% Daddy
97% Rigger
96% Primal (Hunter)
91% Sadist
88% Brat tamer
85% Voyeur
81% Age player
76% Exhibitionist
72% Experimentalist
25% Vanilla
Limits
No limits : CNC : Safe and sane
My roles & archetype
My kinks & fetishes
I like:
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FWB to long term relationship. Only into women: or couples.
HMU on , if you can’t reply here
I am Dom with master and sadistic streaks in me. I'm 6’2 in height, Hung Bull, 210lbs, (10inches) high sex drive, clean (DDF), 420 friendly, fun, laid-back, non-smoking, Spaniard & Moroccan Black Read more… heritage, D&D free, experienced have been in the lifestyle past 30 yrs.
Can fuck for long periods of time, or slowly or deeply, Can repeat Muilti rounds too. Can host; Very casual, Prefer regular FWB but not necessary.
HMU on , if you can’t reply here
THINGS I AM INTO:
I'm into submissive woman, sensual woman, rough sex, sensual sex, breeding, creampies , anal, dirty talk, role playing etc. like cuckold (without the bi stuff) I really enjoy fucking wives and girlfriends while they husband’s or boyfriend watch... more
DEAL BREAKERS:
I’m willing to be patient with you to fill each other out, but I expect to speak on the phone before too long.
I prefer not to deal with flaky women. When she begins her flake behavior and gives me a bullsh*texcuse. Thanks, but No thanks!! It’s must be you not me..I am not here to play little boys games.
I won''t deal with a woman shity behavior..
Not into endless text message. Let’s meet over a drink.
MY EXPERIENCES INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:
I am versed in using a variety of bondage gear.
Role-playing: Headmaster/schoolgirl; Dominant Male/50's housewife; Abduction fantasy etc.
Bondage: Restraints; rope; spreaders; belts; cuffs; collars etc.
Spanking: Bare-handed; flogger; riding crops; other safe impact devices, etc.
If this interests you, please send me a picture, or you can message me. I'm very discrete and expect the same from all parties involved.
My BDSM PERSONALITY:
100% Dominant
99% Master
99% Owner
98% Degrader
98% Sapiosexual
97% Daddy
97% Rigger
96% Primal (Hunter)
91% Sadist
88% Brat tamer
85% Voyeur
81% Age player
76% Exhibitionist
72% Experimentalist
25% Vanilla
HMU on , if you can’t reply here
I am Dom with master and sadistic streaks in me. I'm 6’2 in height, Hung Bull, 210lbs, (10inches) high sex drive, clean (DDF), 420 friendly, fun, laid-back, non-smoking, Spaniard & Moroccan Black Read more… heritage, D&D free, experienced have been in the lifestyle past 30 yrs.
Can fuck for long periods of time, or slowly or deeply, Can repeat Muilti rounds too. Can host; Very casual, Prefer regular FWB but not necessary.
HMU on , if you can’t reply here
THINGS I AM INTO:
I'm into submissive woman, sensual woman, rough sex, sensual sex, breeding, creampies , anal, dirty talk, role playing etc. like cuckold (without the bi stuff) I really enjoy fucking wives and girlfriends while they husband’s or boyfriend watch... more
DEAL BREAKERS:
I’m willing to be patient with you to fill each other out, but I expect to speak on the phone before too long.
I prefer not to deal with flaky women. When she begins her flake behavior and gives me a bullsh*texcuse. Thanks, but No thanks!! It’s must be you not me..I am not here to play little boys games.
I won''t deal with a woman shity behavior..
Not into endless text message. Let’s meet over a drink.
MY EXPERIENCES INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:
I am versed in using a variety of bondage gear.
Role-playing: Headmaster/schoolgirl; Dominant Male/50's housewife; Abduction fantasy etc.
Bondage: Restraints; rope; spreaders; belts; cuffs; collars etc.
Spanking: Bare-handed; flogger; riding crops; other safe impact devices, etc.
If this interests you, please send me a picture, or you can message me. I'm very discrete and expect the same from all parties involved.
My BDSM PERSONALITY:
100% Dominant
99% Master
99% Owner
98% Degrader
98% Sapiosexual
97% Daddy
97% Rigger
96% Primal (Hunter)
91% Sadist
88% Brat tamer
85% Voyeur
81% Age player
76% Exhibitionist
72% Experimentalist
25% Vanilla
A Dom has to wear many different hats
As a Dom, I wear many different hats to be her rock ..
Call me Daddy, when you need that tender loving and a sensual touch. When your heart is hurting and I'm the only one who can ease the ***. When you need your hand held, your tears kissed and need Daddy's loving arms to protect his little girl. Read more…Daddy will always be there.
"Call me Sir, when you need that strength and leadership you crave from me. When you want to be dominated and disciplined. When you want to be used as a seductive and sexy submissive should be. When you need to find peace on your knees and a home at my feet, you can always come kneel before your Sir."
Call me Master when you want to give up everything. Hand over all control and power, and know that I'll use and *** my slave, in amazing and creative ways. When you'd rather wear chains than clothes and you want to be ***d to obey every word and command, then your Master will provide that safe place, to let go and find solace and joy in serving the one you love.
Call me Daddy, when you need that tender loving and a sensual touch. When your heart is hurting and I'm the only one who can ease the ***. When you need your hand held, your tears kissed and need Daddy's loving arms to protect his little girl. Read more…Daddy will always be there.
"Call me Sir, when you need that strength and leadership you crave from me. When you want to be dominated and disciplined. When you want to be used as a seductive and sexy submissive should be. When you need to find peace on your knees and a home at my feet, you can always come kneel before your Sir."
Call me Master when you want to give up everything. Hand over all control and power, and know that I'll use and *** my slave, in amazing and creative ways. When you'd rather wear chains than clothes and you want to be ***d to obey every word and command, then your Master will provide that safe place, to let go and find solace and joy in serving the one you love.
DaddysCurvyPrincess Yes! 👏 🫶 Yes! 👏 🫶
LikeSoftDomD
· 08.05.2025 6:58:43
R3DH3AD Just had this conversation with someone. The change in honorific should create the feeling you want to pull closer to. Or help in letting your “someone” know the need you feel in that moment. Just had this conversation with someone. The change in honorific should create the feeling you want to pull closer to. Or help in letting your “someone” know the need you feel in that moment.
LikeAltsub, SoftDomD, Fatze
· 08.05.2025 5:51:05
littlelucifer this is all i need- is it too much to ask 😂❤️ this is all i need- is it too much to ask 😂❤️
LikeSoftDomD, Anxioussub73
· 08.05.2025 4:10:50
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As a Dom, I wear many different hats to be her rock ..
Call me Daddy, when you need that tender loving and a sensual touch. When your heart is hurting and I'm the only one who can ease the ***. When you need your hand held, your tears kissed and need Daddy's loving arms to protect his little Read more… girl. Daddy will always be there.
"Call me Sir, when you need that strength and leadership you crave from me. When you want to be dominated and disciplined. When you want to be used as a seductive and sexy submissive should be. When you need to find peace on your knees and a home at my feet, you can always come kneel before your Sir."
Call me Master when you want to give up everything. Hand over all control and power, and know that I'll use and *** my slave, in amazing and creative ways. When you'd rather wear chains than clothes and you want to be ***d to obey every word and command, then your Master will provide that safe place, to let go and find solace and joy in serving the one you love.
Call me Daddy, when you need that tender loving and a sensual touch. When your heart is hurting and I'm the only one who can ease the ***. When you need your hand held, your tears kissed and need Daddy's loving arms to protect his little Read more… girl. Daddy will always be there.
"Call me Sir, when you need that strength and leadership you crave from me. When you want to be dominated and disciplined. When you want to be used as a seductive and sexy submissive should be. When you need to find peace on your knees and a home at my feet, you can always come kneel before your Sir."
Call me Master when you want to give up everything. Hand over all control and power, and know that I'll use and *** my slave, in amazing and creative ways. When you'd rather wear chains than clothes and you want to be ***d to obey every word and command, then your Master will provide that safe place, to let go and find solace and joy in serving the one you love.
LikeWanderlustMoon, MistressCarolina009
Daddy Has No More Cum to Give
My little girl started ovulating today and she has already drained me of cum. I had to leave the house an hour ago, but she begged with her eyes, and then her words, "Please daddy, I need more." And so she dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly, taking my Read more… limp cock in her mouth.
I tried to tell her, "Baby, I have no more cum left to give." But she just looked up at me, gently swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. It wasn't long before I was hard again and she bent over in front of me, reaching behind her and spreading open her little cunt. "Quick daddy, give it to me. I know you have more."
And even though my nuts were sore as they tried to ascend back up into my body, she was right. I had a little more left. For her, I always had a little more. Once I was inside her cunt, she begged, "I need it, daddy. I need you to fuck a baby into my little womb. Just think of how amazing it will be to watch my body change week after week, until nine months later, I'm ready to burst."
With my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I slammed my body into hers, she kept talking in that innocent little girl voice. "You can do it, daddy. Unload inside of me. Fill me up. Make your little girl pregnant."
I grimaced and clenched my eyes shut tight. My balls deflated until they were nothing but limp rubber. "Yes, daddy. Give me more. I want all the cum."
I pinched the base of my shaft, squeezing all the white liquid out into her as I stepped back. "I have to leave now. I'll be back in a few hours," I said pulling my pants up. She laid down on the bed fingering any cum that had dripped out back into her pussy.
"OK, daddy. I'll be here waiting for you. I'll be waiting for more of your cum."
My little girl started ovulating today and she has already drained me of cum. I had to leave the house an hour ago, but she begged with her eyes, and then her words, "Please daddy, I need more." And so she dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly, taking my Read more… limp cock in her mouth.
I tried to tell her, "Baby, I have no more cum left to give." But she just looked up at me, gently swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. It wasn't long before I was hard again and she bent over in front of me, reaching behind her and spreading open her little cunt. "Quick daddy, give it to me. I know you have more."
And even though my nuts were sore as they tried to ascend back up into my body, she was right. I had a little more left. For her, I always had a little more. Once I was inside her cunt, she begged, "I need it, daddy. I need you to fuck a baby into my little womb. Just think of how amazing it will be to watch my body change week after week, until nine months later, I'm ready to burst."
With my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I slammed my body into hers, she kept talking in that innocent little girl voice. "You can do it, daddy. Unload inside of me. Fill me up. Make your little girl pregnant."
I grimaced and clenched my eyes shut tight. My balls deflated until they were nothing but limp rubber. "Yes, daddy. Give me more. I want all the cum."
I pinched the base of my shaft, squeezing all the white liquid out into her as I stepped back. "I have to leave now. I'll be back in a few hours," I said pulling my pants up. She laid down on the bed fingering any cum that had dripped out back into her pussy.
"OK, daddy. I'll be here waiting for you. I'll be waiting for more of your cum."
LikeMissgrace_dom
Brainwashing Mind Fck
Your brain is clay and my words are hands, so if you read past this point know that I will change you. Something inside you will just click, like the first time you fell in love. Embedded in these words are messages from me speaking to your subconscious. Trust that I will see through the facade Read more…that covers the real you. Trust that I will expose the real me. Neither of us wants what's on the surface. We both want to dig deeper and deeper down to the bedrock, and then we'll use a jackhammer to crack it open.
Take a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out. As you exhale feel all the things you hold onto leave your body. Let my words unburden you like a warm blanket on a cool night. Shed your clothes one article at a time and feel the sun beat down on your flesh. Feel your skin start to bake like you're standing in front of an open oven. I'm not there with you but my hands are on your body, gliding along your skin. Can you feel them? Can you feel me touching along your neck and down to your shoulder; over your breasts and along your arm. My touch is so warm you feel in inside your body. Your breathing starts to pick up because you feel me inside your head. But don't be scared. I'm here with you. I have always been here with you. So, take another deep breath, hold it in, and let it out.
Imagine looking into my eyes as I slip my hand between your legs. You don't know me but you've always known me. There's something about my touch that makes you want to give me everything. You can't explain it. You just want to start blurting out crazy things like passwords to your email, your social security number, the story of how you lost your virginity. Nothing is too private. I will take everything you have to offer and strip you down bare. You've been naked in front of many men but never in front of me. I can see right through you, do you know that? I can see right through you and all the way around the world, just to get back to you again. That is my power. The only hope you have is to relinquish all control.
Feel my finger on your clit, moving around and around so slow. Don't stop looking in my eyes. I have you, now. I own you in the space between us. You're trapped but not scared. You're confined in the way you've always wanted to be confined. Feel the wetness inside you start to build because my words are touching you. You know I want your cunt to grow so wet as my fingers rub your little clit, around and around. Feel the pressure on your chest as I move faster and faster. Feel your breathing pick up and the sweat on your brow start to bead. This is your chance to really let go, to experience what it's like to fully be owned.
This is your chance for everything to click in to place, to feel love and safety. In this moment I want to own you so completely there's nothing I can't say or do; there's nothing you want give me. That is the kind of love we both need, total unquestioned devotion. Do you have it in you? Are you strong enough to be nothing? Are you strong enough to let my words mold you into perfection? That is the only question you need to be asking yourself. And it is the question you've always had the answer for.
Yes! Yes, you do! Let it all go, in this moment. Let it blast out of you, gushing from your inner most parts, rushing out in one final explosion, an expression of your love and trust for me, an understating that this moment in time is where it all changes. In the rubble and dust it all becomes clear.
This is what I am looking for in someone. If you think you can handle this intensity message me. I would very much like to meet people who think they can or want to be able to feel on this level.
Take a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out. As you exhale feel all the things you hold onto leave your body. Let my words unburden you like a warm blanket on a cool night. Shed your clothes one article at a time and feel the sun beat down on your flesh. Feel your skin start to bake like you're standing in front of an open oven. I'm not there with you but my hands are on your body, gliding along your skin. Can you feel them? Can you feel me touching along your neck and down to your shoulder; over your breasts and along your arm. My touch is so warm you feel in inside your body. Your breathing starts to pick up because you feel me inside your head. But don't be scared. I'm here with you. I have always been here with you. So, take another deep breath, hold it in, and let it out.
Imagine looking into my eyes as I slip my hand between your legs. You don't know me but you've always known me. There's something about my touch that makes you want to give me everything. You can't explain it. You just want to start blurting out crazy things like passwords to your email, your social security number, the story of how you lost your virginity. Nothing is too private. I will take everything you have to offer and strip you down bare. You've been naked in front of many men but never in front of me. I can see right through you, do you know that? I can see right through you and all the way around the world, just to get back to you again. That is my power. The only hope you have is to relinquish all control.
Feel my finger on your clit, moving around and around so slow. Don't stop looking in my eyes. I have you, now. I own you in the space between us. You're trapped but not scared. You're confined in the way you've always wanted to be confined. Feel the wetness inside you start to build because my words are touching you. You know I want your cunt to grow so wet as my fingers rub your little clit, around and around. Feel the pressure on your chest as I move faster and faster. Feel your breathing pick up and the sweat on your brow start to bead. This is your chance to really let go, to experience what it's like to fully be owned.
This is your chance for everything to click in to place, to feel love and safety. In this moment I want to own you so completely there's nothing I can't say or do; there's nothing you want give me. That is the kind of love we both need, total unquestioned devotion. Do you have it in you? Are you strong enough to be nothing? Are you strong enough to let my words mold you into perfection? That is the only question you need to be asking yourself. And it is the question you've always had the answer for.
Yes! Yes, you do! Let it all go, in this moment. Let it blast out of you, gushing from your inner most parts, rushing out in one final explosion, an expression of your love and trust for me, an understating that this moment in time is where it all changes. In the rubble and dust it all becomes clear.
This is what I am looking for in someone. If you think you can handle this intensity message me. I would very much like to meet people who think they can or want to be able to feel on this level.
R3DH3AD Your words molded all the curves, as you pulled at all the right nerves—intense, seductive, a bit risqué. But I can’t help feeling there is a smirk behind the words, like you’re half-daring anyone to take the bait. Still, I’m leaning in. Not quite stripped bare, but close. Just don’t mistake curiosity for surrender. Your words molded all the curves, as you pulled at all the right nerves—intense, seductive, a bit risqué. But I can’t help feeling there is a smirk behind the words, like you’re half-daring anyone to take the bait. Still, I’m leaning in. Not quite stripped bare, but close. Just don’t mistake curiosity for surrender.
LikeIndecentGirl, Fatze
· 07.05.2025 1:30:39
The Biggest Mystery
Sometimes I wonder how well I really know you. When my hands are on your body, gliding over your skin, I wonder if what I feel is the same as what you feel. You're trembling under my touch. Is it because you feel so close to me in that moment all your energy is boiling over? I'd like to think Read more…that's the case but maybe you're just cold. Maybe it has nothing to do with me at all.
I think about your lips on my body, the way your hair feels falling onto me. I think about your eyes in the dark, the noises you make when I'm inside you. Does that give me special insight into who you are really or are you still a complete mystery to me? I am smart. I have a knack for figuring things out, but if I'm being honest, in the end, I'm just guessing. Have I let bias infect me? Have I constructed you in my mind as something other than you really are?
It would be so easy to do. We are all so desperate not to be alone. We all want and need someone on our side. Sliding my hand up your skirt when we are out to dinner, bending you over in the parking lot, covering your mouth as I fuck you in the dark, it feels like more than just ***s engaging in ***istic behavior, but how much have we really evolved. Am I no different than a puritan keeping my daughter "safe" from the world, selling her like property in marriage? I must admit, there is something appealing about that, having that kind of control. It means I have all the power. It means you can never leave me without my blessing.
I think in the end we are both still strangers to one another. It's like being at a party and catching your eyes from across the room. In that moment I know soon we will be in the bathroom together, with your mouth around my cock. I know you well enough to know you won't want my hands on the back of your head so I don't mess up your hair. I know you well enough to know you wont want me to cum on your face. You'll want it all in your mouth so I don't dribble onto your clothes.
What do you know? When I sit you down on the sink and lift up your skirt, when I kiss my way up your thigh working up towards your smooth little pussy, do you know me well enough to know that in that moment it isn't about finding your clit? That it isn't about gripping your thighs as my tongue swirls around and around. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love the way you taste. I fucking love how it feels, your juices drenching my face. I want that. I want you to grind against my tongue. I want you to legs to lock on to my shoulders. I want you to have to bite down hard on your lips so you don't scream, alerting the rest of the party to what we are doing. But in that moment, what I need is to feel like you belong to me. I need to feel like you're mine.
In the end, are we both still strangers to one another? Sometimes I think so. Sometimes I think you've conned me into thinking I've figured you out. If that's the case well done. I bow to the master. But surely there must be days you feel the same way, days where I'm just as big of a mystery to you. Maybe that's why this works. You aren't a puzzle to be completed. You are chess that can never be fully mastered. You are an ever expanding and changing universe without form or substance. I try to hold you in my hands but you're water slipping through my fingers.
I think about your lips on my body, the way your hair feels falling onto me. I think about your eyes in the dark, the noises you make when I'm inside you. Does that give me special insight into who you are really or are you still a complete mystery to me? I am smart. I have a knack for figuring things out, but if I'm being honest, in the end, I'm just guessing. Have I let bias infect me? Have I constructed you in my mind as something other than you really are?
It would be so easy to do. We are all so desperate not to be alone. We all want and need someone on our side. Sliding my hand up your skirt when we are out to dinner, bending you over in the parking lot, covering your mouth as I fuck you in the dark, it feels like more than just ***s engaging in ***istic behavior, but how much have we really evolved. Am I no different than a puritan keeping my daughter "safe" from the world, selling her like property in marriage? I must admit, there is something appealing about that, having that kind of control. It means I have all the power. It means you can never leave me without my blessing.
I think in the end we are both still strangers to one another. It's like being at a party and catching your eyes from across the room. In that moment I know soon we will be in the bathroom together, with your mouth around my cock. I know you well enough to know you won't want my hands on the back of your head so I don't mess up your hair. I know you well enough to know you wont want me to cum on your face. You'll want it all in your mouth so I don't dribble onto your clothes.
What do you know? When I sit you down on the sink and lift up your skirt, when I kiss my way up your thigh working up towards your smooth little pussy, do you know me well enough to know that in that moment it isn't about finding your clit? That it isn't about gripping your thighs as my tongue swirls around and around. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love the way you taste. I fucking love how it feels, your juices drenching my face. I want that. I want you to grind against my tongue. I want you to legs to lock on to my shoulders. I want you to have to bite down hard on your lips so you don't scream, alerting the rest of the party to what we are doing. But in that moment, what I need is to feel like you belong to me. I need to feel like you're mine.
In the end, are we both still strangers to one another? Sometimes I think so. Sometimes I think you've conned me into thinking I've figured you out. If that's the case well done. I bow to the master. But surely there must be days you feel the same way, days where I'm just as big of a mystery to you. Maybe that's why this works. You aren't a puzzle to be completed. You are chess that can never be fully mastered. You are an ever expanding and changing universe without form or substance. I try to hold you in my hands but you're water slipping through my fingers.
prescott69911 I need to find a man who wants me like that! Who feeds everything that i crave! Thank you! I need to find a man who wants me like that! Who feeds everything that i crave! Thank you!
Likeluvs2eat
· 09.05.2025 13:03:18
Starrrabbit Beautiful and sad, horny and raw.
Truthful.
Engaging
Thank you Beautiful and sad, horny and raw.
Truthful.
Engaging
Thank you
Truthful.
Engaging
Thank you Beautiful and sad, horny and raw.
Truthful.
Engaging
Thank you
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· 07.05.2025 2:29:17
Not the Usual Boring Party
She kept daring me with her eyes, looking at me and then looking away as soon as I noticed. I'm not the kind of guy to go up and talk to her, try to be charming, and hope that has enough drinks to fuck me in my car. And she had to know that, because once I locked in on Read more… her I tried to imagine my eyes as lasers, branding my initials on the back of her neck. Could she feel it, I wondered, when she fanned herself with her hand and sipped her drink?
Normally I wouldn't have stayed more than a half hour at that stupid party, faking my way through one erection killing conversation after another. "Yes, Trump is awful." "No, I don't think the Jets have a chance in hell." "Oh, your vacation in the Keys sounds lovely."
To an observer it might have seemed random, the way we moved about the room. I moved by the window to talk to some Goldman Sachs douche bag and she moved away from me and inserted herself in a conversation with two girls looking at their phones and comparing selfies. I moved closer to refill my drink and she excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned I was standing by the hallway looking at the bookshelf pretending to care whatever failed lit major had put the library together.
For a moment she brushed by me, and I felt a hesitation in her. It was as if my gravity had pulled her into my orbit and changed her directory. She walked towards the window but before she could get there the Goldman Sachs douche bag zeroed in on her. She gave me a glance over her shoulder as if to say, "Fuck! Save me."
I smiled and shrugged before leaving the party and heading into the kitchen for no reason in particular. Only a few minutes passed before she found here way in there with me. "Oh, hi," she said, as if I was some kind of discovery, like a lady bug on her arm.
"Don't do that." I answered. "You're better than that."
"Better than what?"
I moved closer to her, and she took a step back, her back hitting the kitchen counter. Brushing her hair back off her face, I answered, "You're better than having to pretend."
She opened her mouth to say something, but my fingers slid down her neck, along her shoulder, and no words came out. Continuing down along her chest and down her hips, I picked her up with both hands, and sat her down on the counter.
"I think if I had to have one more conversation with someone I would have killed them. I have been waiting to get you alone for the last hour," I said, massaging my hand up her thigh. "That's the fucking problem with this boring parties. It's the same ten conversations played on loop, one after another. And no one gives a fuck. No one really wants to hear you or see you." I pushed her skirt up her legs. "But I saw you. The moment you walked in, I knew you felt the same way, too. It was as if I could hear you screaming, please God, let something interesting happen tonight. Don't let this be another boring night ending with some investment banker or struggling writer trying to go down on me."
My eyes held her completely still. Each word that left my mouth made its way into her brain, one syllable at a time. By now my hand was buried under her skirt and I could feel how wet her panties were. "I could fuck you right here and you wouldn't stop me, I know. I can feel how bad you want it. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that if I pulled my cock out right now and ***d it in your cunt that you would do one thing to make me stop."
she said nothing.
I pushed her panties to the side and parted her lips with my finger. "I'm not going to fuck you here, or at all." I eased the tip of my finger inside her. "You can go out on any night in this town and get fucked by any number of people." I pushed deeper up to the first knuckle. "And then what? What would we have to look forward to.
What reason would we have to keep coming back to these God-awful parties?" She let out a moan as I pushed up to the second knuckle. Garbing the back of my neck she tried to pull me in to kiss her but I wouldn't budge closer. I just kept burrowing deeper into her cunt. "No, if I'm going to keep coming to these things then at least now I have a reason.
Next time I see you at one of these parties we wont talk. We wont say a word to one another. We'll just float around the room and I'll always be the guy who stuck is finger all the way inside you and walked away."
She kept daring me with her eyes, looking at me and then looking away as soon as I noticed. I'm not the kind of guy to go up and talk to her, try to be charming, and hope that has enough drinks to fuck me in my car. And she had to know that, because once I locked in on Read more… her I tried to imagine my eyes as lasers, branding my initials on the back of her neck. Could she feel it, I wondered, when she fanned herself with her hand and sipped her drink?
Normally I wouldn't have stayed more than a half hour at that stupid party, faking my way through one erection killing conversation after another. "Yes, Trump is awful." "No, I don't think the Jets have a chance in hell." "Oh, your vacation in the Keys sounds lovely."
To an observer it might have seemed random, the way we moved about the room. I moved by the window to talk to some Goldman Sachs douche bag and she moved away from me and inserted herself in a conversation with two girls looking at their phones and comparing selfies. I moved closer to refill my drink and she excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned I was standing by the hallway looking at the bookshelf pretending to care whatever failed lit major had put the library together.
For a moment she brushed by me, and I felt a hesitation in her. It was as if my gravity had pulled her into my orbit and changed her directory. She walked towards the window but before she could get there the Goldman Sachs douche bag zeroed in on her. She gave me a glance over her shoulder as if to say, "Fuck! Save me."
I smiled and shrugged before leaving the party and heading into the kitchen for no reason in particular. Only a few minutes passed before she found here way in there with me. "Oh, hi," she said, as if I was some kind of discovery, like a lady bug on her arm.
"Don't do that." I answered. "You're better than that."
"Better than what?"
I moved closer to her, and she took a step back, her back hitting the kitchen counter. Brushing her hair back off her face, I answered, "You're better than having to pretend."
She opened her mouth to say something, but my fingers slid down her neck, along her shoulder, and no words came out. Continuing down along her chest and down her hips, I picked her up with both hands, and sat her down on the counter.
"I think if I had to have one more conversation with someone I would have killed them. I have been waiting to get you alone for the last hour," I said, massaging my hand up her thigh. "That's the fucking problem with this boring parties. It's the same ten conversations played on loop, one after another. And no one gives a fuck. No one really wants to hear you or see you." I pushed her skirt up her legs. "But I saw you. The moment you walked in, I knew you felt the same way, too. It was as if I could hear you screaming, please God, let something interesting happen tonight. Don't let this be another boring night ending with some investment banker or struggling writer trying to go down on me."
My eyes held her completely still. Each word that left my mouth made its way into her brain, one syllable at a time. By now my hand was buried under her skirt and I could feel how wet her panties were. "I could fuck you right here and you wouldn't stop me, I know. I can feel how bad you want it. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that if I pulled my cock out right now and ***d it in your cunt that you would do one thing to make me stop."
she said nothing.
I pushed her panties to the side and parted her lips with my finger. "I'm not going to fuck you here, or at all." I eased the tip of my finger inside her. "You can go out on any night in this town and get fucked by any number of people." I pushed deeper up to the first knuckle. "And then what? What would we have to look forward to.
What reason would we have to keep coming back to these God-awful parties?" She let out a moan as I pushed up to the second knuckle. Garbing the back of my neck she tried to pull me in to kiss her but I wouldn't budge closer. I just kept burrowing deeper into her cunt. "No, if I'm going to keep coming to these things then at least now I have a reason.
Next time I see you at one of these parties we wont talk. We wont say a word to one another. We'll just float around the room and I'll always be the guy who stuck is finger all the way inside you and walked away."
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Not the Usual Boring Party
She kept daring me with her eyes, looking at me and then looking away as soon as I noticed. I'm not the kind of guy to go up and talk to her, try to be charming, and hope that has enough drinks to fuck me in my car. And she had to know that, because once I locked in on Read more… her I tried to imagine my eyes as lasers, branding my initials on the back of her neck. Could she feel it, I wondered, when she fanned herself with her hand and sipped her drink?
Normally I wouldn't have stayed more than a half hour at that stupid party, faking my way through one erection killing conversation after another. "Yes, Trump is awful." "No, I don't think the Jets have a chance in hell." "Oh, your vacation in the Keys sounds lovely."
To an observer it might have seemed random, the way we moved about the room. I moved by the window to talk to some Goldman Sachs douche bag and she moved away from me and inserted herself in a conversation with two girls looking at their phones and comparing selfies. I moved closer to refill my drink and she excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned I was standing by the hallway looking at the bookshelf pretending to care whatever failed lit major had put the library together.
For a moment she brushed by me, and I felt a hesitation in her. It was as if my gravity had pulled her into my orbit and changed her directory. She walked towards the window but before she could get there the Goldman Sachs douche bag zeroed in on her. She gave me a glance over her shoulder as if to say, "Fuck! Save me."
I smiled and shrugged before leaving the party and heading into the kitchen for no reason in particular. Only a few minutes passed before she found here way in there with me. "Oh, hi," she said, as if I was some kind of discovery, like a lady bug on her arm.
"Don't do that." I answered. "You're better than that."
"Better than what?"
I moved closer to her, and she took a step back, her back hitting the kitchen counter. Brushing her hair back off her face, I answered, "You're better than having to pretend."
She opened her mouth to say something, but my fingers slid down her neck, along her shoulder, and no words came out. Continuing down along her chest and down her hips, I picked her up with both hands, and sat her down on the counter.
"I think if I had to have one more conversation with someone I would have killed them. I have been waiting to get you alone for the last hour," I said, massaging my hand up her thigh. "That's the fucking problem with this boring parties. It's the same ten conversations played on loop, one after another. And no one gives a fuck. No one really wants to hear you or see you." I pushed her skirt up her legs. "But I saw you. The moment you walked in, I knew you felt the same way, too. It was as if I could hear you screaming, please God, let something interesting happen tonight. Don't let this be another boring night ending with some investment banker or struggling writer trying to go down on me."
My eyes held her completely still. Each word that left my mouth made its way into her brain, one syllable at a time. By now my hand was buried under her skirt and I could feel how wet her panties were. "I could fuck you right here and you wouldn't stop me, I know. I can feel how bad you want it. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that if I pulled my cock out right now and ***d it in your cunt that you would do one thing to make me stop."
she said nothing.
I pushed her panties to the side and parted her lips with my finger. "I'm not going to fuck you here, or at all." I eased the tip of my finger inside her. "You can go out on any night in this town and get fucked by any number of people." I pushed deeper up to the first knuckle. "And then what? What would we have to look forward to.
What reason would we have to keep coming back to these God-awful parties?" She let out a moan as I pushed up to the second knuckle. Garbing the back of my neck she tried to pull me in to kiss her but I wouldn't budge closer. I just kept burrowing deeper into her cunt. "No, if I'm going to keep coming to these things then at least now I have a reason.
Next time I see you at one of these parties we wont talk. We wont say a word to one another. We'll just float around the room and I'll always be the guy who stuck is finger all the way inside you and walked away."
She kept daring me with her eyes, looking at me and then looking away as soon as I noticed. I'm not the kind of guy to go up and talk to her, try to be charming, and hope that has enough drinks to fuck me in my car. And she had to know that, because once I locked in on Read more… her I tried to imagine my eyes as lasers, branding my initials on the back of her neck. Could she feel it, I wondered, when she fanned herself with her hand and sipped her drink?
Normally I wouldn't have stayed more than a half hour at that stupid party, faking my way through one erection killing conversation after another. "Yes, Trump is awful." "No, I don't think the Jets have a chance in hell." "Oh, your vacation in the Keys sounds lovely."
To an observer it might have seemed random, the way we moved about the room. I moved by the window to talk to some Goldman Sachs douche bag and she moved away from me and inserted herself in a conversation with two girls looking at their phones and comparing selfies. I moved closer to refill my drink and she excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned I was standing by the hallway looking at the bookshelf pretending to care whatever failed lit major had put the library together.
For a moment she brushed by me, and I felt a hesitation in her. It was as if my gravity had pulled her into my orbit and changed her directory. She walked towards the window but before she could get there the Goldman Sachs douche bag zeroed in on her. She gave me a glance over her shoulder as if to say, "Fuck! Save me."
I smiled and shrugged before leaving the party and heading into the kitchen for no reason in particular. Only a few minutes passed before she found here way in there with me. "Oh, hi," she said, as if I was some kind of discovery, like a lady bug on her arm.
"Don't do that." I answered. "You're better than that."
"Better than what?"
I moved closer to her, and she took a step back, her back hitting the kitchen counter. Brushing her hair back off her face, I answered, "You're better than having to pretend."
She opened her mouth to say something, but my fingers slid down her neck, along her shoulder, and no words came out. Continuing down along her chest and down her hips, I picked her up with both hands, and sat her down on the counter.
"I think if I had to have one more conversation with someone I would have killed them. I have been waiting to get you alone for the last hour," I said, massaging my hand up her thigh. "That's the fucking problem with this boring parties. It's the same ten conversations played on loop, one after another. And no one gives a fuck. No one really wants to hear you or see you." I pushed her skirt up her legs. "But I saw you. The moment you walked in, I knew you felt the same way, too. It was as if I could hear you screaming, please God, let something interesting happen tonight. Don't let this be another boring night ending with some investment banker or struggling writer trying to go down on me."
My eyes held her completely still. Each word that left my mouth made its way into her brain, one syllable at a time. By now my hand was buried under her skirt and I could feel how wet her panties were. "I could fuck you right here and you wouldn't stop me, I know. I can feel how bad you want it. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that if I pulled my cock out right now and ***d it in your cunt that you would do one thing to make me stop."
she said nothing.
I pushed her panties to the side and parted her lips with my finger. "I'm not going to fuck you here, or at all." I eased the tip of my finger inside her. "You can go out on any night in this town and get fucked by any number of people." I pushed deeper up to the first knuckle. "And then what? What would we have to look forward to.
What reason would we have to keep coming back to these God-awful parties?" She let out a moan as I pushed up to the second knuckle. Garbing the back of my neck she tried to pull me in to kiss her but I wouldn't budge closer. I just kept burrowing deeper into her cunt. "No, if I'm going to keep coming to these things then at least now I have a reason.
Next time I see you at one of these parties we wont talk. We wont say a word to one another. We'll just float around the room and I'll always be the guy who stuck is finger all the way inside you and walked away."
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A note to a future sub
Life is a long winding road, and most of us know that. The message being, while we are in the driver's seat we can't just veer off. For me sometimes I want to. Sometimes I want to just pull into the dirt or burst through the barricade. I'm not sure what clicks in my head but Read more… just once I'd love to feel what it's like to be in my car soaring through the air towards the ocean.
I get that feeling when I dominate you. When I'm in control of you it's me who's behind the wheel and you're in the passenger seat, or maybe more aptly put, you're in the trunk. That must be a different feeling, being the one behind the wheel and the one along for the ride? Do you trust me? Trust is a strange thing to quantify. Sometimes you just know. You let go and don't even know why. Maybe you've biased yourself. Maybe you want it so much in this moment you will trust anyone whether they deserve it or not. But none of that matters because above all else you need to lose yourself. You need to let go and be nothing.
Even now, you read these words and feel your mind shutting off, your breathing slow, you eyes grow tired. You have just enough energy to keep them open - to keep reading - keep allowing me to get inside your head. I will take control with precision and care. The construction of each sentence you read is designed to get you to drop your guard. They are designed to make you feel comfortable.
Maybe this is the first of my writings you've read. Maybe you've read all of them. I know you're tired of every guy trying to fuck you. I know it gets so boring all those messages in your in box. And you have to ask yourself is this one different? Does he actually care about what's inside my head? And the answer is no. I don't. Because I don't know you yet. But I could. If you open yourself up to me, I could see everything. I can see all the parts of you that hurt and break, all the parts that have healed over and become strong. I could know exactly how to touch you in that exact moment you need to be touched. I could learn all of this, not because I'm smarter and stronger than everyone else, but because I'm weaker. All my parts have broken over so many times I can spot them in you.
It's scary to be ***. It's like veering off a cliff. Maybe you want that feeling, too. Or maybe you just want to stay inside the lines where its safe, where you can never be hurt again. But, if you give me the steering wheel, if you let me drive, I will decide where it's safe to go. Give me that control. Give me that power, and we may crash, but at least we will have crashed together.
Life is a long winding road, and most of us know that. The message being, while we are in the driver's seat we can't just veer off. For me sometimes I want to. Sometimes I want to just pull into the dirt or burst through the barricade. I'm not sure what clicks in my head but Read more… just once I'd love to feel what it's like to be in my car soaring through the air towards the ocean.
I get that feeling when I dominate you. When I'm in control of you it's me who's behind the wheel and you're in the passenger seat, or maybe more aptly put, you're in the trunk. That must be a different feeling, being the one behind the wheel and the one along for the ride? Do you trust me? Trust is a strange thing to quantify. Sometimes you just know. You let go and don't even know why. Maybe you've biased yourself. Maybe you want it so much in this moment you will trust anyone whether they deserve it or not. But none of that matters because above all else you need to lose yourself. You need to let go and be nothing.
Even now, you read these words and feel your mind shutting off, your breathing slow, you eyes grow tired. You have just enough energy to keep them open - to keep reading - keep allowing me to get inside your head. I will take control with precision and care. The construction of each sentence you read is designed to get you to drop your guard. They are designed to make you feel comfortable.
Maybe this is the first of my writings you've read. Maybe you've read all of them. I know you're tired of every guy trying to fuck you. I know it gets so boring all those messages in your in box. And you have to ask yourself is this one different? Does he actually care about what's inside my head? And the answer is no. I don't. Because I don't know you yet. But I could. If you open yourself up to me, I could see everything. I can see all the parts of you that hurt and break, all the parts that have healed over and become strong. I could know exactly how to touch you in that exact moment you need to be touched. I could learn all of this, not because I'm smarter and stronger than everyone else, but because I'm weaker. All my parts have broken over so many times I can spot them in you.
It's scary to be ***. It's like veering off a cliff. Maybe you want that feeling, too. Or maybe you just want to stay inside the lines where its safe, where you can never be hurt again. But, if you give me the steering wheel, if you let me drive, I will decide where it's safe to go. Give me that control. Give me that power, and we may crash, but at least we will have crashed together.
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Brainwashing Mind Fuck
Your brain is clay and my words are hands, so if you read past this point know that I will change you. Something inside you will just click, like the first time you fell in love. Embedded in these words are messages from me speaking to your subconscious. Trust that I will Read more… see through the facade that covers the real you. Trust that I will expose the real me. Neither of us wants what's on the surface. We both want to dig deeper and deeper down to the bedrock, and then we'll use a jackhammer to crack it open.
Take a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out. As you exhale feel all the things you hold onto leave your body. Let my words unburden you like a warm blanket on a cool night. Shed your clothes one article at a time and feel the sun beat down on your flesh. Feel your skin start to bake like you're standing in front of an open oven. I'm not there with you but my hands are on your body, gliding along your skin. Can you feel them? Can you feel me touching along your neck and down to your shoulder; over your breasts and along your arm. My touch is so warm you feel in inside your body. Your breathing starts to pick up because you feel me inside your head. But don't be scared. I'm here with you. I have always been here with you. So, take another deep breath, hold it in, and let it out.
Imagine looking into my eyes as I slip my hand between your legs. You don't know me but you've always known me. There's something about my touch that makes you want to give me everything. You can't explain it. You just want to start blurting out crazy things like passwords to your email, your social security number, the story of how you lost your virginity. Nothing is too private. I will take everything you have to offer and strip you down bare. You've been naked in front of many men but never in front of me. I can see right through you, do you know that? I can see right through you and all the way around the world, just to get back to you again. That is my power. The only hope you have is to relinquish all control.
Feel my finger on your clit, moving around and around so slow. Don't stop looking in my eyes. I have you, now. I own you in the space between us. You're trapped but not scared. You're confined in the way you've always wanted to be confined. Feel the wetness inside you start to build because my words are touching you. You know I want your cunt to grow so wet as my fingers rub your little clit, around and around. Feel the pressure on your chest as I move faster and faster. Feel your breathing pick up and the sweat on your brow start to bead. This is your chance to really let go, to experience what it's like to fully be owned.
This is your chance for everything to click in to place, to feel love and safety. In this moment I want to own you so completely there's nothing I can't say or do; there's nothing you want give me. That is the kind of love we both need, total unquestioned devotion. Do you have it in you? Are you strong enough to be nothing? Are you strong enough to let my words mold you into perfection? That is the only question you need to be asking yourself. And it is the question you've always had the answer for.
Yes! Yes, you do! Let it all go, in this moment. Let it blast out of you, gushing from your inner most parts, rushing out in one final explosion, an expression of your love and trust for me, an understating that this moment in time is where it all changes. In the rubble and dust it all becomes clear.
This is what I am looking for in someone. If you think you can handle this intensity message me. I would very much like to meet people who think they can or want to be able to feel on this level.
Your brain is clay and my words are hands, so if you read past this point know that I will change you. Something inside you will just click, like the first time you fell in love. Embedded in these words are messages from me speaking to your subconscious. Trust that I will Read more… see through the facade that covers the real you. Trust that I will expose the real me. Neither of us wants what's on the surface. We both want to dig deeper and deeper down to the bedrock, and then we'll use a jackhammer to crack it open.
Take a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out. As you exhale feel all the things you hold onto leave your body. Let my words unburden you like a warm blanket on a cool night. Shed your clothes one article at a time and feel the sun beat down on your flesh. Feel your skin start to bake like you're standing in front of an open oven. I'm not there with you but my hands are on your body, gliding along your skin. Can you feel them? Can you feel me touching along your neck and down to your shoulder; over your breasts and along your arm. My touch is so warm you feel in inside your body. Your breathing starts to pick up because you feel me inside your head. But don't be scared. I'm here with you. I have always been here with you. So, take another deep breath, hold it in, and let it out.
Imagine looking into my eyes as I slip my hand between your legs. You don't know me but you've always known me. There's something about my touch that makes you want to give me everything. You can't explain it. You just want to start blurting out crazy things like passwords to your email, your social security number, the story of how you lost your virginity. Nothing is too private. I will take everything you have to offer and strip you down bare. You've been naked in front of many men but never in front of me. I can see right through you, do you know that? I can see right through you and all the way around the world, just to get back to you again. That is my power. The only hope you have is to relinquish all control.
Feel my finger on your clit, moving around and around so slow. Don't stop looking in my eyes. I have you, now. I own you in the space between us. You're trapped but not scared. You're confined in the way you've always wanted to be confined. Feel the wetness inside you start to build because my words are touching you. You know I want your cunt to grow so wet as my fingers rub your little clit, around and around. Feel the pressure on your chest as I move faster and faster. Feel your breathing pick up and the sweat on your brow start to bead. This is your chance to really let go, to experience what it's like to fully be owned.
This is your chance for everything to click in to place, to feel love and safety. In this moment I want to own you so completely there's nothing I can't say or do; there's nothing you want give me. That is the kind of love we both need, total unquestioned devotion. Do you have it in you? Are you strong enough to be nothing? Are you strong enough to let my words mold you into perfection? That is the only question you need to be asking yourself. And it is the question you've always had the answer for.
Yes! Yes, you do! Let it all go, in this moment. Let it blast out of you, gushing from your inner most parts, rushing out in one final explosion, an expression of your love and trust for me, an understating that this moment in time is where it all changes. In the rubble and dust it all becomes clear.
This is what I am looking for in someone. If you think you can handle this intensity message me. I would very much like to meet people who think they can or want to be able to feel on this level.
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The Biggest Mystery
Sometimes I wonder how well I really know you. When my hands are on your body, gliding over your skin, I wonder if what I feel is the same as what you feel. You're trembling under my touch. Is it because you feel so close to me in that moment all your energy is boiling over? Read more… I'd like to think that's the case but maybe you're just cold. Maybe it has nothing to do with me at all.
I think about your lips on my body, the way your hair feels falling onto me. I think about your eyes in the dark, the noises you make when I'm inside you. Does that give me special insight into who you are really or are you still a complete mystery to me? I am smart. I have a knack for figuring things out, but if I'm being honest, in the end, I'm just guessing. Have I let bias infect me? Have I constructed you in my mind as something other than you really are?
It would be so easy to do. We are all so desperate not to be alone. We all want and need someone on our side. Sliding my hand up your skirt when we are out to dinner, bending you over in the parking lot, covering your mouth as I fuck you in the dark, it feels like more than just ***s engaging in ***istic behavior, but how much have we really evolved. Am I no different than a puritan keeping my daughter "safe" from the world, selling her like property in marriage? I must admit, there is something appealing about that, having that kind of control. It means I have all the power. It means you can never leave me without my blessing.
I think in the end we are both still strangers to one another. It's like being at a party and catching your eyes from across the room. In that moment I know soon we will be in the bathroom together, with your mouth around my cock. I know you well enough to know you won't want my hands on the back of your head so I don't mess up your hair. I know you well enough to know you wont want me to cum on your face. You'll want it all in your mouth so I don't dribble onto your clothes.
What do you know? When I sit you down on the sink and lift up your skirt, when I kiss my way up your thigh working up towards your smooth little pussy, do you know me well enough to know that in that moment it isn't about finding your clit? That it isn't about gripping your thighs as my tongue swirls around and around. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love the way you taste. I fucking love how it feels, your juices drenching my face. I want that. I want you to grind against my tongue. I want you to legs to lock on to my shoulders. I want you to have to bite down hard on your lips so you don't scream, alerting the rest of the party to what we are doing. But in that moment, what I need is to feel like you belong to me. I need to feel like you're mine.
In the end, are we both still strangers to one another? Sometimes I think so. Sometimes I think you've conned me into thinking I've figured you out. If that's the case well done. I bow to the master. But surely there must be days you feel the same way, days where I'm just as big of a mystery to you. Maybe that's why this works. You aren't a puzzle to be completed. You are chess that can never be fully mastered. You are an ever expanding and changing universe without form or substance. I try to hold you in my hands but you're water slipping through my fingers.
Sometimes I wonder how well I really know you. When my hands are on your body, gliding over your skin, I wonder if what I feel is the same as what you feel. You're trembling under my touch. Is it because you feel so close to me in that moment all your energy is boiling over? Read more… I'd like to think that's the case but maybe you're just cold. Maybe it has nothing to do with me at all.
I think about your lips on my body, the way your hair feels falling onto me. I think about your eyes in the dark, the noises you make when I'm inside you. Does that give me special insight into who you are really or are you still a complete mystery to me? I am smart. I have a knack for figuring things out, but if I'm being honest, in the end, I'm just guessing. Have I let bias infect me? Have I constructed you in my mind as something other than you really are?
It would be so easy to do. We are all so desperate not to be alone. We all want and need someone on our side. Sliding my hand up your skirt when we are out to dinner, bending you over in the parking lot, covering your mouth as I fuck you in the dark, it feels like more than just ***s engaging in ***istic behavior, but how much have we really evolved. Am I no different than a puritan keeping my daughter "safe" from the world, selling her like property in marriage? I must admit, there is something appealing about that, having that kind of control. It means I have all the power. It means you can never leave me without my blessing.
I think in the end we are both still strangers to one another. It's like being at a party and catching your eyes from across the room. In that moment I know soon we will be in the bathroom together, with your mouth around my cock. I know you well enough to know you won't want my hands on the back of your head so I don't mess up your hair. I know you well enough to know you wont want me to cum on your face. You'll want it all in your mouth so I don't dribble onto your clothes.
What do you know? When I sit you down on the sink and lift up your skirt, when I kiss my way up your thigh working up towards your smooth little pussy, do you know me well enough to know that in that moment it isn't about finding your clit? That it isn't about gripping your thighs as my tongue swirls around and around. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love the way you taste. I fucking love how it feels, your juices drenching my face. I want that. I want you to grind against my tongue. I want you to legs to lock on to my shoulders. I want you to have to bite down hard on your lips so you don't scream, alerting the rest of the party to what we are doing. But in that moment, what I need is to feel like you belong to me. I need to feel like you're mine.
In the end, are we both still strangers to one another? Sometimes I think so. Sometimes I think you've conned me into thinking I've figured you out. If that's the case well done. I bow to the master. But surely there must be days you feel the same way, days where I'm just as big of a mystery to you. Maybe that's why this works. You aren't a puzzle to be completed. You are chess that can never be fully mastered. You are an ever expanding and changing universe without form or substance. I try to hold you in my hands but you're water slipping through my fingers.
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