I believe nobody should ever be defined as anything. Calling myself a Dominant is a bit ridiculous. An Alpha. Kind of self-indulgent pat-yourself-on-the-back ego bullshit that irritates me to witness in others, so to participate in it myself is a bit hypocritical.
However, simplification is always a part of life and Einstein once said “Don’t be a blowhard, dude” (paraphrasing) and anyway it’s easier to say “I am dominant” than “I enjoy sexual experiences most when I am aggressively anger-fucking and striking fear into a woman who is submitting her will to me in a mixed blend of seemingly odd mixed messages but feels absolutely right in the act. After all, I adore this woman. It’s part of the experience.”
But I pretty much loathe the whole lexicon of dominance, BDSM, submission, and all the idiots on Tumblr that try to provide instruction on “How to be a proper Dom”. Bunch of fucking clowns in their mom”s basements with minimal real relationship experience. Usually in their 20s. Please, fucking spare me.
But, to not lose too much focus – The Alpha Sub.
What does this mean? Well, it is what I see as the type of woman I am attracted to most. Does that mean she fem doms my dick with her pussy? No. Although a bit of aggressive female slamming your hooha up against me is sexy as fuck. But I digress.
What I mean, is I like strong women. Backbones. The only women I have ever fallen for had backbones. Strong character. Strong voices in life. Don’t put up with shit. Handle your business. Do not need me – want me. Many men, in fact, tons would disagree with me and want their wives to be the “yes dear” 1950′s version for conservative ideals blah blah blah. Those guys are pussies. I only would want an Alpha Sub. A Strong Woman.
But in bed, seeing a woman go from ass kicker to kneeling submissively is a gift from heaven. Seeing her bend to your want, and give herself to you completely, and enjoy the strength that comes in being a submissive, and yes there is a ton of strength in that role – well, not much more in life is better.
Have a kick-ass day at work or as a mom or whatever. Then come home, and I am there to grab you by the neck, slam you up against a wall, facefuck your sweet little mouth, and force orgasms on you as though a torpedo hit you. And fucking beg me for more. Kneel. Call me “Daddy” and ask for it harder.
That’s the Woman – capital W – that makes my clock tick.