Bringing a Knife to a Gunfight

Miss Tumblr,

Hi, it’s that big bad dominant male again.

I recall once hearing something along the lines of how I am supposed to be strong and in charge. How I’m unbreakable. Steadfast. Unable to be fazed.

But have you seen you?

Have you smelled your hair? Have you heard your soft voice? Have you? I mean, have you really paid attention, as I have?

I’m so fucking weak over you it’s pathetic.

It’s like I brought a knife to gunfight…against the Marine Corps, with a Swiss Army pocket knife, and a blindfold on, and a heavy dose of Ambien.

I have a feeling I’m losing this fight of willpower against you, Miss Tumblr.

I’m sure I’ll present a cool and calm character, but it’s only because you want it. If you wanted a puppy dog, I think I’d be that instead. So weak for you it’s just sad.

The Romantic Vulnerable.

Basking in your sunshine and just soaking in your rays. I like how it feels so I think I’ll stay here and keep getting more red.

But you better be careful, Kitten. You better watch your ass now, because I’m not one to take my weakness lightly.

I’m going make you pay for it. Each weak moment I have now will be catalogued in my mind, and every butterfly I feel will leave new bruises on your backside.

I’m going to break you down now for breaking me down.

I’m going to force you right into the bed, devour your cunt like I am mad it, and right when you cum, I’m going to do it again, until you cum again, then I am going to make you cum again, until you cum again, then again, and again, and again.

When I see your body can’t handle it anymore, I’m going to force my fingers inside you and rub your clit at the same time, and force you to cum, and when you do, I’m going to make you cum again, until you do again, then I will do it again, and then again.

You will wish you could sink into the bed. But I have you in my grasp now, so I wouldn’t get too cocky with your ability to incapacitate me. Remember, I’m going to make you pay for it, little lady.

I haven’t even been mean yet either.

That will happen when I pummel the back of your pussy, bottoming out in you with a hand around your neck until you squirm, shake, twist, and kick. I’ll put both arms on your knees and push down and keeping fucking the life out of you, as you beg and try to get away.

I will do that, up until I fill your tight ass up with my cock. When I ease into you, ever so delicately, then progressing to where I am pounding away and watching you lose your mind.

Right then I’ll stuff my fingers in your pussy, and with the other hand, rub your clit, and make you cum so hard you won’t know what hit you. When you cum, I’m going to push right through it.

Not because I’m a nice guy. But because you made me weak, and I hate weakness. Not because I’m sweet and caring.

But because I brought a knife to a gunfight.

Originally published at The Romantic Dominant.