Where We Are Going, We Don’t Need Roads
Settle in Cupcake with the idea that the first time I felt your body I was just a novice at playing your fiddle.
And yet still you came like a machine.
Now, fast forward 3 months, 6 months, a year. Now, I read your cues. I sense your moans before you utter them. I know, like the back of my hand, your body from the inside and out, literally.
And the motor behind this Dominant male is not your stock 6 banger. I am different, even from the other Tumblr Doms on this clusterfuck of orgasms in motion.
My goal is simple: devastate you through orgasms.
I don’t deny. I don’t edge you and walk away.
I edge you right past the fucking edge and push you over it with two hands.
Cum. And when you think you hit your peak I am taking you past it one more time but harder, until the next time, which is right around the corner.
I want you to have to recover from me. From the version of you that you released within yourself at the hands of me.
The future looks bright from where I stand. I can’t wait for the next turn. Where we are going…
We don’t need roads.
Originally published at The Romantic Dominant.