Most couldn't tell the difference if I was a virgin with a creative mind, or a well experienced dominant. The lucky part for me, I actually lived out all these scenes I ever talk about.. or do I? Would you know? Why would I lie? Does it so much matter? People will only appreciate the kink, but I appreciate the most the "boring" pillow talk. The connection that makes them human and not just some "sex robot". Why talk about it to other people that just want to hear the hardcore stuff? I don't. That is what may make it into a novel one day. The stuff to read after the sexual come down... the "fluff" that puts people into the next sex scene... but it is the substance that substantiates the human sexuality that is much more than the insertion of a part into another... the square peg into the round hole.... it is what makes us after the tension is clear. Wanting to fuck, or cum (male or female) is easy... non specific.. the communication that occurs after is what we all take away.

Most couldn't tell the difference if I was a virgin with a creative mind, or a well experienced dominant. The lucky part for me, I actually lived out all these scenes... or do I =haha=?... or is it something more clever than that? Is it that I set you up for susceptibility based on human psyche... to rule out the question of why would I lie? To expose what seemingly is more than I ever would show to the general public... so I put something out there that is so shocking that you must accept what I say next as collateral? It could all be a lie, it could all be a truth of another other than myself, or it could all be true. It could be bits and pieces of it all. In the end, does it really matter what you take away? It is after all you that compares it to your own thoughts and summarizes a new plan for yourself based on that. Is the text derived from what you believe to be a human mind any different than a friend talking directly into your eyes, or a wife that sits you down for the most Ernest discussion you have ever faced in your life? Does it really matter in the end if you take it in the end all the same? I question... does it? The result is the same. One could argue that it does in its lasting impression... but if it again, results in the same response for the same duration... does it matter if I was a dog who ran across the keyboard over and over again? Is the power within the words or within the person who interprets the messages and acts upon it?

How true it is that forms of energy do not simply disappear, but rather take on new forms. From the concrete to the abstract, it is quite evident-from the sheer heat of sex promoted by the most pleasing forms of friction to that of the vibrating tympanic membrane of the ear from the utterance of dirty talk which become electrical synapses. The cascading of which culminate in the orgasmic cry that triggers the same response in their partner within moments that finalizes yet another experiment of physics, chemistry, and biology. Perhaps best the summation for the complex gets lost in the midst of primitive arousal that clouds the deeper components, is simply-fuck.

Alpha and beta are perspective, for man is more than fists. The perceived "beta" male observes the vulnerability in the alpha. The alpha can be struck down at any time, but manipulation is preferred. While the alpha goes unaware and must defend against all in a paranoid state of disillusion of his own power, the "beta" moves on to have all the alpha cannot. Peace of mind, logic, women, and power that can be had at any time he wants. So just who is the one with real power? One need not lift a fist, if he can control the one that is apt to use them. By playing with known egos, the Alpha is far weaker, for he perceives his dominance as true-but it is far from fact. As soon as he disobeys the desires of the more creative beta, he is worthless and discarded. Enter the chapter of man amongst animals. Those that still follow the outdated means of gaining power will have tunnel vision. The most frightening part of thinking you are at the top of the food chain is the question of "who can you trust?" Feed enough into their delusions and "advise" them how you choose, and you have quite the proper puppet. A puppet on strings you can cut down. The audience watches the puppet, but not the puppeteer. A vantage point from the outside, a perfect position to never have to yield to another. Beta or alpha? The lines will blur. 

A great divide is created amongst those on here, for some desire text to fulfill their thoughts, while others leave it up to surprise. I reserve my words for when they count, for a very defiant submissive will not be won over by mere text, a mere attempt that could be perceived as a snippet of a kinky romance novel, for text cannot be a sharp and delicious as the sting against a bare bottom turned pink. To roll over to my desires by black font of a very banal nature, specifically assembled in a pattern of words I think might fit your desires, would make you weaker than those you feel stronger than. Sadistic and viscous words come out silly, for words are words in text if you don't even know my true voice. You read the text in a tone of your own thoughts, or the ill conceived sound of me. Until you experience the naughty growls that lash out at your ability to defend your own mind from me, you are only convincing yourself that you would not bow to your own voice, or the voice you perceive me to have. My spoken words would send shivers down your spine that make you drop to your knees. 

. I never have a sub cook me meals, I cook her meals as I would feed my mom's cat. Such a pet needs to know she relies on me, and does what I say, and loses her opinion. She knows I know better, and submits herself because she never knows harm except from disobedience. Life is good in submission, and her world is safe and predictable, sheltered from it all through walls I put up and keep her in. Freedom becomes painful, as choices overwhelm her. She enters the home as her real self, but lies to the world like she has done for years. Confident, happy, in charge-she lives the lie at work. At home, only can defenses fall in the trust of a dominant that she trusts truly with her dignity, heart, and mind. 

Am I really just creative is my ways, or is that truly what I feel? Perhaps you should ask ;) Fact and fiction are a yes or no away.