One of my favorite things in the world, if you haven’t realized it yet, is to tease cocks.
I know, it’s such a well kept secret (not). I bet you didn’t realize the full extent of the joy I derive from driving men to distraction. It’s true, I love teasing cocks. I love making men moan and whimper; those little sounds you make, the ones you didn’t mean to let slip through your lips are precious to me. Watching the emotions cross your face, the way your eyes tell me a story when I manage to hit that one spot that drives you crazy: priceless.
If I could do nothing else, I’d choose to tease men.
I know that for the sissies out there, teasing men and getting them all riled up makes some of them feel feminine and vulnerable and small. But for me? Teasing men, exerting that power and control over them makes me feel invincible! I feel like I could take on the world, make the most powerful and strong man in the world kneel before me with one raised eyebrow. One wicked smirk across my face, and down falls the civilized, urbane man, replaced in his shoes by a bundle of nerves and screaming impulses that I control.
It is all about control, it really really is.
Like you’re a puppet on a string, and I hold the maquette to control you. I can make you dance, I can make your eyes cross and your breath go erratic and I can reduce you to the uncivilized grunting creature that you really are. I can bring you such joy and wonder, or dash you into the depths of despair. How easy to lay you low with just one word: No. Or raise you up, unravel you and destroy you, recreate you in the next breath with one easy command.
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