If you had asked me two months ago whether or not I'd ever consider 'submitting' to a man, I would have laughed and told you to go fuck yourself. I am bi, but lean more towards women - and the only guy I'd ever been with was well-intentioned but unremarkable in bed.... But after a little less than ethical flirting with my best friend's ex, I now hate how much I want to be nothing but this man's fleshlight.

But really what surprised me the most is how little he had to try. The first night we had together ended with me clinging to him like I would never be able to touch another human being for the rest of my life. Without even asking he had corrupted me, slowly tuning into each and every little thing that made me squirm and moan... and it did irreversible damage to my brain. I can't think straight, I get soaked just being around him and I can't help but love how sore he leaves me.

But recently as I've been helplessly pounded by what feels like an animal's cock - I can't help but worry that he's hopelessly out of my league. I'm tiny sure... guys are into that, but I'm close to flat, and my endurance is clearly not up to his standards for how many times he wants to warm up my insides a night.

Now for the first time in my life I'm seriously considering what I could possibly do to make sure he doesn't toss me to the side. I am woefully aware of my best friend's huge tits, and it makes me wish I could put on the same show as she did bouncing with every thrust of godly dick. Is it normal to be -this- cock drunk? Should I just give in and transform myself into whatever fantasy he wants? Part of me still screams out for independence, but at this point I don't think I could live without this kind of sex in my life...