"i'm not a submissive," you say, but your breathing tells a different story. every post i make has you lingering, lurking like it's sacred scripture. you analyze my words like they were written just for you, stalking my profile like it's a pilgrimage and you're desperate for absolution.
you don't scroll past me. you stop. you stay. you feel something, and it scares you. you're not just another man, you're a fan drowning in emotional denial, craving control only so you can finally beg to give it up.
so let's drop the pretense. sit the fuck down. kneel, if you really want to feel it. submit, not because you're weak, but because your hunger for me has already devoured your pride. you were mine the moment you hesitated.
"i'm not a submissive," you say, but your breathing tells a different story. every post i make has you lingering, lurking like it's sacred scripture. you analyze my words like they were written just for you, stalking my profile like it's a pilgrimage and you're desperate for absolution.
you don't scroll past me. you stop. you stay. you feel something, and it scares you. you're not just another man, you're a fan drowning in emotional denial, craving control only so you can finally beg to give it up.
so let's drop the pretense. sit the fuck down. kneel, if you really want to feel it. submit, not because you're weak, but because your hunger for me has already devoured your pride. you were mine the moment you hesitated.