Dominance

How T and I spent a morning, including cats, a magic wand, some sucking and fucking, and just a little humor.

I used to wear a suit every day, and I never once felt sexy in one — just a fraud in nice wool. Now I only wear them to weddings, funerals, and bar mitzvahs, and I’m happier for it.

I’m told I’m intimidating. This always amuses me. What’s intimidating you isn’t me — it’s what’s inside of you that I touch.

What I want to do to your throat, and what that wanting does to you.

What is the definition of “dominant”? Well, I don’t really give a fuck. The salient question is, “What does my dominance look like?”

The first time is always the best time. At least, in my imagination.

A fantasy of what I would have done to you, had you not been so frustrating. Polite, rough, and unfinished – just like us.

A gorgeous woman from Tinder writes me for advice about her vanilla boyfriend. I do my best, conflicted as I am.

My desire is many things, but one thing it is is fragile.

I’m exquisitely dominant, but roughness doesn’t come naturally — I go to great lengths to protect the women I fuck from my anger, and I want to understand why.