I am new to the community but here to stay. I am a Dom, and aspire to be a Master. Mentors are welcome, and playful subs could be fun too... Good news- I am very chill and despite my Dominance, I also have manners. I may be a Dom, but I am not *your* Dom, so there won't be a problem. All girls start out in my friend zone anyway. Should we meet, we can actually act like normal humans! (we know better, but we can pretend) So here with me is one place you can chill for a minute, we can laugh if we like, and if you rock, I'll turn up the volume.
9/13/2009 8:30:22 PM
POWER HUNGRY
her breathing was both shallow and heavy.
he approached her, and she could feel his weight pressing
into her.
Ah, this was what she wanted. She was sore, and it made
her feel good. HE made her feel good. She could hear his breathing, like a
rumble, like a light wind that could become a rumble of thunder. Sometimes he
made her purr like a kitten. Sometimes he made her vibrate like an angry
Harley. Sometimes he made her twist in pain and pleasure. Sometimes blind with
ecstasy, her senses so dominated by him that other senses just blurred.
“You love me,” he spoke in baritone, close to her ear. “I
do love you,” she confessed. She loved to tell him so. It was the truest thing
in her world.
“You desire me,” he said in a deep bass, full of sex.
God, how did he do that? He made her feel him inside, made her legs flex as
though to pull him in deeper, and he wasn’t even inside at all. She desired him
badly. “Te deseo,” she complied, giving him what he wanted. For now.
“You need me,” he said. And her senses spiked, her very
spirit, as she twitched for a moment like she might fight against him. Oh, he
drove her wild. She didn’t need him for money. She didn’t need his help. She
didn’t even need him for sex. But God help her, she needed him because of her
own greed. For he made her more powerful. She could always command a room, but
this man triggered her, ignited her, lifted her internal power until she felt
unstoppable, drunk with energy, soaked in sex, and she was addicted. She always
wanted more of this feeling, and he was her only source, the only thing that
would do. She needed him. And as always, she needed more.
“Fuck you” she hissed back at him.
And he buried his teeth into the back of her neck. She
arched her back and thrust her ass, as though it begged of its own accord for
him to empower it.
And his weight shifted and lifted for a moment, as he
plunged within her, as she screamed in shock, it always seemed too much to
take. His hand gripping her hair, teeth clamped to her neck, skin pressed to
hers, sex connected like a superconductor, lightning coursing through her.
“Yes, you will fuck me” he growled.
“I need you,” she cried out, desperate, greedy for his
power.
and she took it, as he conducted her like hot silver
