1. Mindfucker


    Date: 2/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cheating, Discipline, Female Domination, Hardcore, Author: Alpha_Male_NY, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    this feeling. You never have a good workout and feel lousy afterwards. You may overeat, feel great about in the moment and then regret it ever happened; you may go home with a complete stranger, and beat yourself up for it in the morning, girls more often than guys. We relate sex to pleasure and self-esteem, it validates our proud manly vision; in a single ejaculatory load, there are enough sperms to fertilize half a continent. You were once a great swimmer and had less than one in one hundred million to make it to the end line first; you did, if you happen to be reading this line, and you aren't a smart android, you've done it. You achieved greatness by getting to the egg first. It's an unbelievable feat. Whatever you may do in life, you can never top that. Every action, every moment, will be written by actions, words too have healing power, leave a small footprint. Working out was simple, compared to women. It clicked and ever since I started, I never left it for long. Now, I'm not the fittest man you'll ever meet, but I'm very strong and proudly so, exercising has changed my physical and mental life. I used to suffer from depression; had all these psychotic episodes, nothing too alarming, reminiscent of bipolar, who knows? What I do know is once I started to exercise all of these ailments vanished or were diminished to a point that no longer could considered chronic. Life in general became more manageable, I handled stress more efficiently, my appetite is in check, I sleep ...
    better, am far more virile, a better man. The fact that you can lift your woman up as if she were a feather conveys more masculine core than anything except, perhaps, attitude. I've seen far less built types, and they manage to get their hands on sweet honey pots, plant their seed, though overweight, gluttonous types, an unparalleled ambition to make good in life so that not a drop of sweat is sacrificed. They catch big ass trophy wives, since they have the financial resources, and women still subconsciously rank safety as their top priority. Women are addictive to the chemistry of drama whether they admit to it or not. They project and live their repressed versions of themselves, feel the need to latch unto someone stronger, being it man or woman, and surrender to someone else's sickly twisted imposing role, behave, breath slowly or you'll faint, you're about to get roughened-up and fucked till you become cooperative and docile, an obedient pet. You'll sit where I say you should sit and if I sense the slightest protest, I will smack the last trace of ego out of you. You know I am stronger than you, more powerful, awe-striking. I can lift you with one arm, you shake whenever I come close to you. You breath heavier, your pupils dilate, your watering mouth half open, your hair all wild, sweaty curls golden brown like swaths of dried hay. You can't be distracted by her imposing figure, her beauty is her most lethal weapon in her artillery, followed closely by her put-downs; the ...
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