Submission

I hope I’m not the only man whose commute sounds like this. (I hope I am.)

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.

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

Your mouth has one purpose. It’s not speaking.

Everything you have is mine. Shall we?

V notices the secret language of her own body on the subway.

I have a history of making trouble. Here, I wonder if some of it is justified.

She’s bratty, she’s beautiful, and she cums when I tell her to. More or less.

She came for me — and for you — and she describes exactly how.

She has a power over me, and I have a power over her. I want you to know what she sounds like when she cums.