My sinister side is always in constant battle with my other sinister side. One of them always wins.
You see, I am desperate to make you cum. Like a lot. And hard. Like really hard.
I’ll use every tool at my disposal.
To me, there is not one single element of the sexual experience better than witnessing a woman have a truly earth-shattering orgasmic moment. Except maybe a second one. Or a third. Or a seventh.
Women who follow this blog find this to be a nice personality trait of mine. Some probably think I am full of shit. Pay no attention to them.
The truth is, I guess it would probably be an ego thing. Knowing that I can, by myself, no toys needed, completely take control of another person’s body, taking her to a plane of existence that is beyond euphoric. I am an attention whore, to myself.
I absolutely get off at the result – seeing her sprawled out on the bed, tangled up in the comforter, barely able to move or say anything resembling a cohesive thought.
Her saying “Yes, More”. Her body pushing back, saying “No”, but “don’t stop”,
“More.” “Oh, I can’t take it.” “But more.”
Absolutely the biggest rush in the world. I have gotten to the point I don’t even have to cum to be satisfied.
Just her. And a lot. And hard. Real fucking hard.