Mar 092015
 

“Fifty Shades of Grey” has resulted in some amusing conversations and misapprehensions, and, I take it, some excellent role playing on the part of dudes who’ve discovered a new route to pussy.

Every so often over the years, a woman has told me I’m “not a Dom” for some reason or other. Usually, because I’m nice, respectful, because I say “please” and “thank you,” because I’m quite happy to take “no” for an answer (though I’d prefer “yes”). Sometimes it’s because I make myself vulnerable, admit my weaknesses, or am not sadistic.

I don’t really give a fuck if you think I’m a Dom.

If we are having that particular conversation then it’s likely I’m not drenching your pussy. And it’s certain you’re not stiffening my cock.

I don’t aspire to be what you think of as a “Dom.” I aspire to bring you and me both to previously unknown heights of pleasure and self-discovery.

That’s all.

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