Big talk and no action makes anyone look like an asshole, regardless of gender. Miss freaky-deaky submissive trying to shake me with her “I like being tied up” stories. Please.
You could have fucked half the country in the wildest and imaginative ways and it means a whole ounce of nothing to me.
It’s all in your eyes.
In your want.
That’s what matters. When I look down at you and see a woman peering up at me with a desire so intense it’s telling me you want me so fucking bad it kills you. That’s what I’m after. Save the rope play stories for somebody who gives a fuck.
You could be a whore or a virgin for all I care. What matters is the desire. The need. The begging. The eyes. The connection.
I’m bringing my intensity to you. I want nothing less.