Well, Mr. Blog sometimes cannot shut the fuck up with his pesky “opinions” about sex, women, love, passion, orgasms, and of course, baseball.
Don’t worry though Miss Saturated Knuckles, I am not editorializing on this post. Nope, “My Point of View” is a literal phrase, at least how I am using it here and not a metaphorical one if metaphorical is even the right word to use, which it probably isn’t.
“So let’s get with the dirty talk already, TRD. This clit’s not gonna rub itself.” Touché’, Miss Drippy Drip. Touché.
It’s when I stare at you that something happens to me; it is just part of being a man is that we are slaves to the visual.
Whether it be your stride across the room, the way you flip your hair, or when you drop your panties on the floor, everything you do is so sexy it kills me.
It is the view of you that is crippling.
I cannot take it and I eventually grab you and make you mine.
When you stare up at me with that gorgeous face, lips encasing my cock with pure pride, your eye contact is like a punch in my chest, completely taking all power I thought I had and placing it right into the palm of your hands.
I remind myself I need to take control of the situation in these moments. I tell myself, “I cannot let her see me so weak for her.”
Hands all over you and making my force felt by you, flipping you onto your back so I can pound your cervix and make you mine, controlling you and making sure that you fucking know it.
But…something happens again. It’s when I see you – with my eyes – that I for some reason become weak again.
You are just so beautiful to watch, cumming with my cock inside you, trembling on the outside as I tremble on the inside at the vision of you.
Flipping you around so I won’t see your face – I tell myself this is a surefire way to own you, gripping your hair but as soon as this happens I see your sexy little ass staring back at me, cute little rosebud begging for me to put a finger in it, and here I am again, just a fucking pathetic wreck for the symmetry of your feminine form.
I can’t take it anymore.
As I cum, you milk me and you do it with a smile, and it’s those fucking eyes that slay me one more time and I am just such a pile of weakness over you and I fucking hate it.
But I love it more.