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.