Dominance

I’m dominant, sure. But really, I’m just a four-year-old who’s big enough to take what he wants — and would prefer not even to have to ask.

The story of my evening with Rose and Penelope, told in reverse. We’re at the part where Penelope walks through the door.

Your entire body will be still, like it or not. I need to go shopping.

I didn’t give the Rockette what she expected — I smiled, I asked questions, I insisted on consent — and then I left her bruised, sore, and a little scared of me.

I’ve been keeping Sofia on the edge for almost a week now. Everything I ask, she does. Should I let her come?

An exchange on OKCupid about dominance, submission, and feminism that I found… illuminating.

A simple request, really.

I want thirty more minutes of her time, and I know exactly how I want her to spend them.

Sometimes a GIF is so fucking hot you have to break your own rules. Twice.

Our relationship had become three-dimensional, and fucking was off the table. I was damned if I was going to let that stop me.