I like smart women.
Ok, let me back up. I like “all” women.
But I have only ever fallen for the smart ones.
In my entire life.
That is the only characteristic that they all shared. Blonde, brunette, bitchy, selfish, caring, warm, funny, cunty, chubby, skinny, big tits, small tits, whatever.
Are you a 27-year old valedictorian? Stay the fuck away from me; I will melt like butter and Mr. Cool will become Mr. Putty in a nanosecond. It’s happened twice now, so I am weary of your kind.
IQ in the 140′s? Fuck it. Just come sit on my lap, Kitty Cat.
Papa has a game for you to play and it ends with you in mental dumb-dumb status, clutching your beating pussy as you blurt out a three-word vocabulary of ‘shit’, ‘fuck’, and ‘damn’.
It’s the smart ones that scare me and excite me all at the same time.
It’s those ones that make me want to reach deep within myself and make them experience a world only I can deliver to them. Cumming relentlessly as me eyes fuck theirs and they curl up and push away as each orgasm hits them.
The power in delivering power to a powerful woman is beyond satisfying.
Come here, baby girl. I am going to deliver the best me there is.
Also published on Medium.