Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song.
-The Fugees, Killing Me Softly
You are in for a new sensation, Miss.Ā
An entirely new feeling and I just get excited thinking about it. You see I happen to be unbelievably good at giving massages. Having worked at a Day Spa in college, I tended to get to know the therapists rather well, and my attention to detail as I received hundreds of free massages for all the little favors I did for them is going to pay dividends for me when I have your delicate little naked body in my grasp with some oil.
I am going to torment you.
I am going to drive you insane in anticipation as I drop you right into the mental state of āalmost asleepā.Ā
I am going to kill you softly.Ā
I am going to strum your pain with my fingers.Ā
Where you drool, onto the sheets, as you fight the internal desire to stay awake but your physiology is breaking you down and it is just a matter of time before you succumb into the mental state I need you to be in.
Take off all your clothes, lay there with a towel draping you, and try your best to maintain awareness.Ā
I have all the time in the world.
Shiatsu and Swedish blended with as much deep tissue as you can withstand for 60 minutes, maybe more. Oil, never lotion, with a warm bucket of water and towels to clean my hands when I enter you.
You have no idea how much I enjoy toying with you, Kitten.
Massaging your breasts in the first ten minutes all to make you wet and have to wait for an eternity for what I know you want most ā to be filled.
Inner thighs, lips, and clitoris treated as if any other body part, driving you mad wishing Iād just fuck you already, but no, I still have 30 more minutes in my mind.
I still need to climb up over you and do your back, Kitty Cat. And those sexy legs need some love too. And did I get your ass cheeks yet? What about your head, neck, and shoulders?
Next I am deep fingering your ass and pussy with freshly clean hands to keep the oil outside of you, and I know this is when you are absolutely wrecked. This is when I make you completely lost in space.
A vibrating toy on your clit as my fingers play with your holes and I witness you cum those multiple orgasms I so desperately need to take from you.
And so I bring you back down. I let you rest as I tend to the rest of you. I allow you to believe I am done with you, so post-orgasm, you can lay there and enjoy the soft pushes across your back.Ā
I am going to cover your eyes with towel to let the darkness take hold even more.Ā
When I hear your breathing change,Ā I am going to climb on the bed and I am going to wait, for another five minutes as I softly run my firm hands down your feminine body in rhythmic fashion.Ā
You will believe I am just getting leverage.
I will know otherwise, since I have been naked the whole time. You will have felt me brush against you for the past hour and you will have come to ignore it by now. My hardness will have become just a part of the process by now.
But then, just as you begin to settle into a sound sleep, I will awaken you, with a completely different kind of massage.
I will enter your slick wetness in one thrust and deep into your and massage your insides with my hard cock. You will awaken in the best surreal ecstasy you will ever know.
You aching will have been sustained and you will finally have me inside you, fucking you slow, then harder, and then faster, until we cum together in bliss.
Iāll leave my seed inside you as you lay face down and I go soft inside you until you seep my sin for you.
Note: I wanted to put out a series of posts that follow a similar theme, which basically provide women with a personal view into the mind of a man on a series of topics. To allow you to understand what is going through our heads, as men, or at least my head, on certain very intimate concepts, like fingering, eating pussy, penetration, et cetera. Especially, those thoughts explored while it is taking place. These will be tagged #one mans perspective
So, as promised, you are going to get an earful of what I find to be absolutely sexy as fuck and what is just downright repulsive. And guess what ladies – most of it has little to do with what you look like.
Now Iām not speaking for all men.Ā
I wouldnāt dare do that, because too many men are fucking idiots, especially on this topic, yet there are plenty that see things like me, so donāt give up hope just yet.Ā
Nope, there are some shallow fuckers out there; they are the same assholes that guilt their girls into getting boobs jobs or humiliate them for eating when they are hungry. Now, before the Boob Job Demo blows up my inbox, just know I am not saying there is anything wrong with implants by the way; just do it for yourself if that makes you feel better inside. Not for some fuckinā guy.
Nah. Fuck those guys that make it all about appearance – you donāt want those shallow idiots in your life anyways because their issues run deep.
Yet still Iām speaking for me on what I find sexy. What I find to be downright unbelievably irresistible. The qualities in women that I just cannot live without. What makes me so fucking weak that it is just downright pathetic. And Iāll touch on some topics that stick in your heads all the time,
First up –Ā Brains, Confidence, and the Ability to Laugh. Iāve realized that I am a sapiosexual, and to add to that, I am extremely turned on by self-confidence and wit. To me, nothing is hotter than a woman who believes in herself, brings something to a conversation, and can laugh with you. Without those things, I just would never be able to get past it.
Do you know how fucking annoying it is to crack some wise ass remark for it all to fall on deaf ears? Or to constantly have conversations about the fucking Kardashianās some other dumb Us magazine topic when Iād rather hear about Tolstoyās War and Peace because I just donāt have the patience to read it.
Fuck yes. Cliffs Notes me, you sexy bitch.
All this āis my ass too bigā shit is so damn unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Women beat themselves up relentlessly and it is sad to see because the things that matter to the kinds of men you want to attract are not superficial to begin with.
And I am not saying donāt take care of your body.
The hottest thing about a woman who takes care of her figure is the simple fact that she is not lazy and gets off her ass to do it. Results are not nearly as important the act of trying. Spin class and smoothie rituals and a general disdain for the Golden Arches is just downright hot because it says one thing loud and clear – I care about myself.
Same with work ethic. You can be a stay at home mom or a career woman but lazy doesnāt fly no matter what you do – lazy is just downright hideous.
So, I guess Iāll dive full-fledged into each little thing I can think of right away and let the chips fall where they may.
Weight. This topic just sucks to write about, but itās a reality that we all deal with this concept in some ways, so I decided to hit on it first, and rip the band aid off. Maybe weāll all will find solace knowing that āNearly three-quarters of American men and more than 60% of women are obese (BMI > 30) or overweight (BMI > 25).ā Ā So, at least our fat asses are not alone, right? Life is too damn short to hurt your body more by stressing out over this crap – there is a lot worse things in life you can be than a bit chubby. Fuck, as soon as do I side profile in the mirror I tell myself ādude, wtf?ā. Yeah, I could stand to lose quite a bit too, but this post isnāt about me. Whew. That would be uncomfortable.
Sometimes I wish I could reach into the minds of the readership and plant a seed, and right now that seed would carry with it the idea to stop fuckinā beating yourselves up over this one. It really is more in your head than ours. Some of the sexiest people I have ever seen or known were way past that of the Ideal Weight Calculators, which are pretty hard to get to. If I hit my recommended weight Iād look like a boy. Fuck that. Iāll eat healthier and work out and always reach for a better health. Be happy and proud of who you are and develop habits to be healthy. That is so much more sexy than hitting some dumb number.
The Ughs. I donāt know what to call this group of things that trouble so many of you, but itās basically stretch marks, wrinkles, and all those little stupid things, whatever they are, that every human has. Any guy that doesnāt see these as accents of your overall beauty as a person is an idiot. Stretch marks tell me you lived. Wrinkles tell me you lived. Scars tell me that you lived.
And your life – is what is hooking me in. It is your essence as an individual – the beauty in your stories. The mind that you have. The hard times and the good ones. That is what is so damn sexy.
Ass & Boobs. Seriously tits and ass should matter as much as hair color, which is not at all. What the fuck is wrong with our society that this somehow has gotten into womenās heads as a matter of importance. Donāt get me wrong – I love tits and ass – I just love them all. Little A cup tits and big double Ds – to me it is just representation of your feminine form.
You ladies are so fucking sexy just being ladies.
You donāt need a huge rack or a Kardashian ass to improve your sexy rating. Not in the least. Remember – itās all about your attitude, sweetheart. It always was.
Being a Lady. There is just something so unbelievably debilitating to us men about you embracing your feminine side. I think it is what separates you from us Neanderthals with the Y chromosome – that essence of being a woman.
Fuck, it weakens me to even write about it.
Your scent. Your perfume. You soft bat of the eyes. Your giggle. Your waking up in the morning and doing your hair and makeup. When you shower – itās that feminine soap you buy. That lotion and oil you apply afterwards when I know you are naked, just being a woman.
Most idiots never take the time to even tell their own women how sexy this part of you really is, so here I am, telling you – all those little things you do to be a woman fucking matter. And you when you get into the habit of not doing them – it really fucking matters. Sorry but daily sweatpants and a bun gets old as shit real fast and tells me you donāt care, so why the fuck should I.
Real Sexiness. As mentioned above, 99% of what is so damn hot about you women is what you do – not what what dress or cup size you rock.Ā
Read a fucking book and shut off Bravo. The Real Housewives are rotting your brain. Netflix and Chill should be seen as a slippery slope.Ā
Read. Learn. Grow, as a human being. For fuckās sake – evolve.Ā
Work like you mean it. Parent like you are trying to outdo everyone else. No matter what āitā is – give a fuck.
Effort in life, making people laugh, being happy, caring, and having a sense of self-confidence about you. That is what is sexy.
Look man. I donāt give a fuck if iām knuckle deep in her ass hole and sheās covered in cum and tied to my bed frame, I still hold her equal to me.
Tonight he pushed me close to my edge. I knew he would, I asked him to. I wanted to dance with the sadist. I saw the predatory gleam in his eye as he stripped and restrained me. It started out gently, the flogger a caress on my skin, teasing me with the benevolent threat of more. But he built the intensity and the speed, lashing my body with unerring precision, my thighs, my soft, unprotected belly. Harder. Faster. Until I was twisting in a futile attempt to avoid the blows.
He caught a tender nipple with the edge of the leather and I screamed behind the gag, honestly not sure if I could take anymore as the biting hurt whipped through me. I felt the press of tears, my breathing becoming more ragged as the pain and desire built. A double-edged sword he wielded so expertly, never letting one override the other.
He paused to lean in closer, so that I felt his heat as he loomed over me. Deliberate in his intimidation he looked at me, his face impassive as he took in my expression.
āDoes it hurt babygirl?ā he asked – the gentle tone a gut-punch counterpoint to the merciless way he wielded that flogger.
I couldnāt answer, the gag doing its work. I whimpered – really more a whine – and the added humiliation caused fresh tears to streak down my face. Yes, yes it hurt – I nodded to make sure he understood. His empty hand came down to brush them away, one of those reassuring āIām hereā gestures that I loved. I whimpered again, softer now. Would he stop? I felt relieved and disappointed simultaneously.
But then this touch hardened – turning into a harsh pinch on my already throbbing nipple, sliding up into a tighter grip on my jaw, forcing me to look at him, to see how much he enjoyed my helplessness. His voice was back in my ear, rougher now, even lower.
āBut youāll take it, wonāt you? For me? Because youāre a good girl?ā
And with those magic words the edge was pushed further away. I nodded and he raised the flogger once more.
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