I yammer on and on and on about pretty much anything related to passion, being a man, rough sex, dicks and pussies and asses oh my, and the occasional baseball reference.
One thing that seems to resurface is my total admiration for the Alpha Sub.
No, not Ms. Fem Domme Latex gonna pound my butt Alpha. Sure, she has her place in society too; it’s on the edge of town where no curbs exist, far away from my sensitive and ever-so-fragile delicate ass.
I’m talking about strong women who just happen to like to be submissive, and tend to be a little more “go-getter” with the ding-dong play.
I love submissive women, don’t get me wrong, but why can’t I love a submissive aggressive woman more? To me, a woman who is dying to get at my dick while she is on her knees crawling across the floor to me. Yeah. That’s what I need.
So peer on up at me, grab my cock, slap it across your face, and Daddy is gonna run you into the ground. Orgasms pouring out of you.
I don’t want to have to tell you what to do, every five seconds. Ugh. I hate that shit. Own it. Want it. Want me. Reach for my cock so I can slap your fucking hand and send some mixed messages to you.
Don’t make me tell you everything.
Nope. I want confidence. I want passion. I want to see in your eyes you fucking need me inside you just as bad as I need to be inside you.
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