A true pleasure to meet all whom read this little page. I suppose I should speak a bit on my own primal thoughts and mental mirages eh?
I love the force, the power, those animal rages that come to a head when I imagine myself taking some little flower and plucking her (sometimes) dewy petals apart. That squealing and muffled moans as these calloused hands drag her to bended knees. Protests abated as my threats cut past her verbal defenses, followed by showings of force before shoving my throbbing member down her unwilling gullet. All that ripping of clothes and squirming.. It makes my fingers turn more to raptors claws rather than useful digits. And oh how in the end as she lays there conquered; with fluids seeping from her exits and entrances I can lean down and slavishly kiss away those tears from rounded cheeks before leaving her to the gentle mercies of feeling hollow without me in her, claiming her from inside out..
*Coughs and excuses himself* Um.. What were we talking about again?
