I am a man who never cared about flashy. I want the win. I want the W.
Nothing else really matters.
I want your heart and all of it. Every last little bit of your submissive state – I want it.
I want your orgasms. I want to pull them out of you like a ripcord. I want you trembling when I am done. The total wiped out worshipping self you present to me.
I want the win. The W.
Fuck being flashy. I couldn’t care less the path I take, I stay the course. I land on the fairway. I don’t chance it with the driver. I am in it for the win. Not for the showmanship.
I want the W.