Dominance

Given my druthers, I’d simply lie back and be ministered to. This makes me a boring sexual partner, but at least I’m self-aware about it.

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.

V documents a morning tryst far better than I ever could have – I just showed up and drank coffee.

V recounts the first part of our evening — a jazz lounge, wet anticipation, and a dropped pen.

Everything you have is mine. Shall we?

V called me out as a weak spanker. I took it personally.

I like to say “please” the third time.

I’m drawn to strong women who grant me submission, not to women whose submission I can take from them.

I’m dominant, sure — but I can’t write about it without also writing about my doubts, my moods, my humanness, and I know that’s not always what you came here for.

I don’t want to bend you to my will. I want your will to curl into mine like shrink-wrap — no distance, no submission, just utter harmony. Maybe that’s not dominance. Maybe it’s just infantile.