Remember when I used to lay you on your back, climb on, and thrust away until I came? Until “I” came. Because we both know I was the only one cumming back then.
Then the transformation within me and within you happened. Porn became a tool of learning more than a means to get off. Ideas, if you will.
Then the Dominant emerged.
First with the hair-pulling and ass-slapping. Then the relentless clitoral stimulation as you kicked and bucked to orgasm. Then digging you out to reach into your soul to reach that orgasm. Anal, done the right way so you cum for me.
Then the hands around the neck.
Then the hands around the neck with a squeeze.
Then the hands around the neck with a sustained squeeze for minutes.
Then the hard face slapping.
Then the bound up and Hitachi wand on your clit while I overpower your G-spot with my hard dick, in that angle that drives you crazy.
I can’t wait to find out.
Rope? Machines? Third party?
Bring it all on.
I feel sad for the people that have Vanilla. Sex is so much more when you push your limits. When I see the unraveling occur within your mental and physical state. Fuck the old way. I’m all about relentless now.