I recognize that I am not like many guys in certain ways and probably just like the bulk of them in others.
I too scratch my balls. I too watch sports and drink beer. I too pee in the shower, so don’t go convincing yourself I’m this fucking Hope Diamond.
Nevertheless, I do know I am very different in one way: I am very, very intuned to your reactions and your sacrifice when you give yourself to me.
I appreciate every little thing you do and I see it all.
Me. Good ole me. Mr. Pee In The Shower.
Still, I see what you give me when you push yourself. I see what you are doing when you push the head of my cock deep down to the back of your throat.
When you gag, you choke, your eyes water, and that thick saliva starts pouring out of you like a waterfall.
I put myself in your shoes, and then ask myself “why would this angel before me do this for me?”. As your mascara starts to run, I see your sacrifice as clear as day.
As you stick out your hands and indicate for me to bind you, I can only imagine what you must be thinking at this moment. The level of trust you have in me, right in this very act. I see you shudder a bit; I see you get excited too.
I see it all.
As I put a collar around your neck, unclasp the leash and fix it to you – I see what you are giving me and I am so thankful for it all.
So take my hand, little one, as we chase our pleasures here and dig our treasures there.
Just take my hand and trust me, my love.
I want you to break on through to the other side