Last night, I decided to meet up with a guy I’d been talking to online. He was talking such a big game about how dominant he was, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, knowing exactly how the night would end.

We met at a cozy bar in West London, and as soon as we started chatting, I could see that his confident texts were no match for the way he fidgeted under my gaze. I could feel the power shift in my favor, and I loved every second of it.

By the time we got back to my place, I was the one calling the shots. I made him kneel, watching his eyes widen as he realized who was really in control. I didn’t even have to say much; a simple command was enough to have him obeying without question. It was clear he was loving every minute of being put in his place, and I was more than happy to take the lead.

It’s funny how some guys talk such a big game, but as soon as they’re faced with a woman who knows what she wants, they crumble. I’m single and always up for meeting new men who think they can handle a dominant woman like me—though, they rarely do!

What can I say? I love taking charge, and I’ve yet to meet a man who can resist when I do.