I love dominating with a sense of control— that’s not the confession here, it’s my usual mode of operation. I deeply relish being calm and ever so patronizing to the other party. I love seeing them melt without me ever wavering - steady, firm, alluring. Never losing my cool. Never missing a beat.

That being said, there are exceptions. Exceptions where I get so bothered I rip a hole in my pillow from sinking my teeth so harshly into it, exceptions where I’m cursing nature for not giving me a fat cock to pound someone’s sweet, greedy holes, exceptions where I crave to crush someone between my thighs. Exceptions where I make my partner cum so hard they can only moan and whimper for awhile.

Even exceptions where there is no topping or bottoming. No dominant or submissive. Only bodies, souls, tongues, teeth, moans and sighs. Sometimes even fantasies about letting alcohol or weed loosen mine and another party’s inhibitions and just running wild with each other, porn, toys, anything. Where lust is the primary motivation.

I dunno, maybe I’m just a bit too high and a bit too tired, but letting absolutely loose sounds amazing right about now.