Just Cant Stop Thinking About Sweet Men, Gentle Intellectual Men Whove Never Known Power Or Submission

just can’t stop thinking about sweet men, gentle intellectual men who’ve never known power or submission a day in their lives but are all too happy to give up control. i‘m thinking of the men who look up at you with wide, adoring eyes, ready to lay it all at your feet out of love, and discover that they really do like kneeling, discover through you that it’s the only place they truly belong. i like a man who after just the first time will fall to his knees readily, will beg you for it, shyly ask for more, call you any names you like while you tear apart his carefully put-together exterior bit by bit, deconstruct him to his bare parts and put him back together again. he’s never known anything like me and he never wants anything else. i want him dazed and wrecked. i want him ruined for it. i want him sweet and smart and so able to take power but so so unwilling to.

I have this fantasy, I want to (with consent) fuck him to sleep. I want to pound his little boy pussy and fill him with my cum as he falls into a deep sleep. I’ll leave my cock in him as we sleep, load after load fertilizing his womb. When we wake up, his already big gut will be swollen to twice it’s usual size- a clear sign he’s pregnant with quite a few of my kids. He’ll struggle to get up, and with that many babies inside him, it won’t be long until he’s bedridden through the pregnancy.