I paint the pictures that make you ladies writhe, twisting and turning in a blissful heat, as I depict exactly what it must feel like to be within the grasp of a passionate yet sensitive, but above all, knowledgeable Dominant male.
I tell you what it must feel like in vivid detail to be kissed by a man who feels that kiss in his bones, expressing through my words what I feel, as I move one step closer to you.
I tell you – what it feels like – to truly be wanted.
So come and join me wherever I go, or if I stay here, because although my arrogance may be off-putting at times, you’ll have a hard time finding somebody so cavalier with their inner monologue, still seeking to make your reading experience one of an honest, panty-soaking passion.
There will be many more musings where I explain what it feels like to look into your eyes as my hands slide up your shirt and onto your feminine shoulders while I sit you down on the edge of the bed.
All this as I play your submissiveness like a violin, waiting for the cues in your eyes to tell me when to reach for your neck. When to reach for your neck, and squeeze, all so you are aware that now is the moment that Daddy came to play.
This when I shove you onto your back, rip your pants off, and plant my face right between your legs, flicking your clit with aggressive precision until you cum for me. Because when you do, I am just going to ignore it and go for another, then another, and keep on pressing through until I see a woman lying in front of me completely incapable to face the world.
I’ll recognize in you during these moments something only I am aware of. I will recognize a sense of relief wash over you, as your subconscious convinces yourself that this marathon of endorphin release is finally drawing to a close, yet I know something different. I know, that your body is not even halfway over.
I stuff my fingers inside your pussy to tap dance on your G spot while my other hand toys with your clit, all so I can snatch another five orgasms from you as I give my ego a shoulder massage.
You are mine.
I fucking own you in this moment.
I see in you that you are beyond disheveled, yet aching for one thing and one thing only. This respectful, graceful woman I adore is in desperate need of my dick. It’s adorable to see you aching for my thickness so badly.
So tap your lips with the weight of my cock.
I tease you.
I make you want me more.
Then finally I thrust myself deep inside you and watch a woman who is completely wiped out coming back to life. I am Dr. Frankenstein to your slutty ghost, rising you from the dead so you can join me for one more round of a trip through heaven.
Deep inside you, pounding away at your cervix with an iron grip on your neck, squeezing the blood and air out of you as you cum again and again.
You a such a good girl in this moment.
Such a good girl.
So, Miss Tumblr, stay with me wherever I go and put your imagination in the palm of my hand. Get wet and touch yourself as you read my articulated lust. Come on.
Be a good girl.
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