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Sex isn't about politics.
It isn't about your job.
It isn't about your kids, where you were born or
where you are going.
Sex is instinctual. It's the drive that motivates
so much of our behavior. It's one of our most basic
desires. After food and water, people will give up
a great many creature comforts for sex.
But you know what? As people have evolved socially,
as women have gained status and prestige - as they've
risen to high political office - our base desires are
still the same. We're still the same primates that
roamed the plains of Africa just a short time ago.
And deep in our hearts, deep in the places that we
don't talk about in public, our sexual desires are the
same. Our most base desires are not politically correct.
They fly in the face of all the progress we've made for
equality, and rights.
Yet, at the end of the day, you don't want to be a man's
equal. You don't want to be his partner, at least not
sexually.
You want to be his.
His object.
His slut.
His pussy.
His.
His, for him to use.
For him to get his cock off with.
His.
For it in is His pleasure that you will
find your greatest pleasure. You need to
please. You need to be owned.
To get fucked, fucked with anger and
passion and lust. Fucked with that look
that says he is going to take what is
his - the look that sends you to your
knees. Where you belong.
For if you don't give it, slut, I am
going to take it.
That's what brings you here.
That's why your pussy is wet - and that's
why you've read this far. You're smart,
you're sexy, and it has been far too long
since you had a man put you in your place,
and fuck you like you need to get fucked.
I know the drill, and how most guys around
Portland operate. Lots of talk, and little
action. Pretty, with all the right clothes
and sayings - but nothing else.
I'm 34, muscular and strong - but not a
perfect body - and completely masculine.
I lift weights, and work hard. I run my
own business, and am secure and safe. I'm
clean, inside and out.
Say hi. Send a picture, and show as much or
as little as you feel comfortable.
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Don't expect pity, compassion or love. Don't think of me as your buddy, as your pal or as your lover. If you wanted buddy, you'd call your girlfriends. If you wanted compassion, you'd call your mother or that guy who's pining over you.
No. That's not what you need, and it sure as fuck isn't what I offer. So if you're a girl who needs to sugarcoat her desires or lie to herself about what she wants or who she is, click off this ad and go on to your next disappointment.
Because disappointment is not what I offer.
Because I don't care about you. You're just an object to me. A hole. Or three holes, to be more precise.
A cunt.
That's right - you, my dear little princess, really are nothing but a cunt. You're an animate object designed to please cock.
Your feelings - they get in the way. Your emotions are a bore. Your desire for a relationship a chore.
Get on your knees or I will put you there and show you your place. For your place is at the end of a cock. Just a cunt. Just holes. Nothing more. |
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| Age: 26 |
| Tampa,
Florida |
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