I love men who are vocal and groan during s** with a womam, it is some of the most sexiest accolades a man can give a woman. It’s better than a 100 roses. I love the possesiveness that overcomes men, evident in their private dialogue. It’s you, all you & you’re all he wants. I love the feining of men, for control of their mates by restraining them. Nothing else matters to these men but indulging this moment with you. The unfiltered, perverted confidence, pride & ego of men, that bursts out through their hips & hand as they wind & grind into you. They are completely lost within you. I love the look on a man’s face like he’s in excruciating pain as they place their mates into ‘that grip’. I love that tight grip of my shoulder in one hand & the construction of my waste in the other as he prepares me for the beast that is about to overcome him …..& me. That grip is a moment of truth: Will he be gentle? Will be c** inside you? Will you care? I love when men cant control their roughness, being lost in their pleasure. I love when men are intimidating & demanding, impatiently desperate for the release. I love the feeling of how a man’s entire body tightens up against my skin. I love how men throw his head back, or digs his face into my shoulder and just growls it out into my ear. If you’re smelling extra tasty tonight, he may bite you in this moment. I love how much more stronger than me men are. I love the little bruises, redness & bites & scratches that linger.

I love when men surprise & have another round in them…. all for you.