Do you know what I like?

What I really, really love?

I love that sensation when my hips are poised against you, and I can feel the resistance of your asshole slowly give in to the incessant pressure of my lubed-up strap-on pressing into you. I love feeling your body relent to me, to watch as my fat rubber dildo begins to force its way into your tight little slut-hole, impaling you and claiming you for my sordid needs. I love the sounds you make when your hole is ruined by the impossibly thick head of my cock, and the continued mewling moans of pain and pleasure as I drive myself further into you, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them like the needy little whore you are, pushing and pushing until my toy is grinding into your prostate and your whole body is shivering with barely-contained pleasure.

I love that. I love lubing up your ass and fucking you with my fingers, adding two, three, four digits to pump into your needy little boy-hole while coaxing such sweet moans out of you. I love running my thick, ten-inch dildo between your cheeks, giving you a taste of how big and fat and hard it is for you, letting you savor the anticipation of the moment when I finally push inside to violate and ruin your dainty little flower, turning you from a respectable man to a sloppy, panting butt-slut whore, a slave to my pleasure and your own, with you cock drooling and dripping pre-cum onto the sheets as I grip your hips and pound you, pound you, pound you like a rag doll until you are begging me to let you cum, your half-hard cock so bright and sensitive with pleasure that you can barely stand it. And my hand on your ass, spanking you and pushing you down to fuck you even harder, because how are you going to cum if it's not from my big dildo fucking your prostate into submission?

Mmmh.. yeah. That's what I like, baby. That's my kind of Friday night.

But what do you like, I wonder? How deep do your whorish tendencies go? How hard do you get when you imagine me in my strap-on harness, dildo swaying with every movement as I pull you down to suck on it for me? How much does your pulse increase when I use both hands to force you down over my fake cock, making you gasp and gag and drool down your chin while you work to lube it up for yourself? I bet you can see it now, if you close your eyes, the sight of my abs flexing as I pump my toy into your mouth, and the sight of it, hard and long and black as sin, with its subtly sculpted veins and big, fat blunt tip pushing between your lips, giving you a taste of just how big it's going to be when I bend you over and finally fill your slutty hole with what you've been craving all night. Fuck, I bet you are squirming in your seat, cock painfully hard against the fabric of your underwear, with that tingling, buzzing sensation around your hole that you always get when you feel the need to get fucked. I bet I could bend you over and fuck you right now, you little slut, with just the spit from my fingers and the sheer indulgence of your submissive need.

Am I right? Are you leaking pre-cum at the thought of me fucking you, baby? Are you panting for your Mistress to come ruin your slutty hole?

Well, I've told you what the safe word is. Not that I think you'll need it, once we get started; you always get carried away, don't you, once you get a fat femme-cock up your ass? Once you feel my slender hands grab your ankles and press them up to your face, once you see my breasts swaying with every hard, deep thrust I lay into your slut hole. It's like catnip for subby boys. With your hands tied and your ass spread around my massive toy, and every breath out of your mouth a loud, pleasured moan of surrender... how are you even going to get the word out? Maybe we should just dispense with it altogether. Leave you as my happy, stupid little boy slut until the end of days. Doesn't that just sound fun?

Well, we'll see. Just be warned: Tonight, I want to milk your prostate dry. I want to leave you a panting, gasping, sweaty mess of cum and lube, with your ass glowing red and your neck chafing from a collar and leash. If you want that, then you know where to find me. And if not... well, I guess there's always ChristianMingle dot com.