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Just got here. Maybe I should post something about how I am not your standard-grade misogynistic leather-chaps-wearing monogrammed-paddle-owning nipple-pierced tantrum-having Dom that you might meet at the CSPC, LRS, Catwalk or other such venues. Rather, I am a dominant and aggressive male in the bedroom and your best friend in public. I will wine and dine you and then (consensually) date-rape the hell out of you when we get to your place. I will leave you panting, aching, visibly shaken and oddly wanting more. Your favorite blouse? Ripped irreparably. Your panties? God knows where. Your innocence? Violated in a manner from which you can never return. And when I leave, you'll give me your phone number and a look that says you hope I'll actually use it.
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