The night was wet, and young. I look at the lion in the fucking jungle for example. It is the prominent King of the jungle. Even the elephant knows he is the King of the jungle. The lion has the formidable personality of a King. Just look at him. Well you can't see it in any pictures of a lion, but the highly distinctive mane he has. It resembles a natural crown providing an excellent intimidation display! The more casual and laid back ‘I don't give a fuck’ attitude! I can't think of any other animal to take the coveted King's role. I cannot think of any other carnivorous feline. Even the heavy plant eating mammal the elephant, is aware the lion is the King of the jungle, like I said. King of beasts, apex predator. Royalty. Naturally Dominant. Stare into his eyes and you will witness strength, resiliency, pride, honor, power, courage. Designed for combat. Built for war. Brutality is home.
The lion has amazing fighting technique. He's calculating, strategic, and methodical. He will assess his prey before he attacks. Hunger is the prime incentive. ‘Dominate’ is his primal instinct. However, there's perks to being King. The lioness does most of the hunting (they are quicker in speed, they weigh less, and they do not have mane, which helps significantly. Allowing them to disguise themselves from prey), lions sit back and wait for the meal, wait to eat first. For there are perks in being the Alpha, the King, the Dominant Lion. It's not that they're lazy, it's just lions are stronger. It's their Dominant role to protect the pride from intruders, etc. Most lioness desire to be around him, and most lions desire to follow or be like him.
Usually the most Dominant alpha female lion, will mate with the most Dominant alpha male, because she desires a strong cub. A strong cub to eventually take over a pride one day, and have a better chance of survival. One of the male’s jobs are to, establish and maintain Dominance. Lioness provides. Lion instinct.
Myself, I associate my energy and behavior like a lion. I can turn it on and off whenever I please. During the day. The poise, calculating, strategic and methodical business man. Night, the sadist. The savage. The Dominant. The beast incarnate. The fucking vampire King. Control and pressure is where I excel. Physicality is where I thrive. Power is the norm, Dominance is a way of life.
The moon was full, and it fueled my hunger, and my strength. There was something in the fucking air. Women are coming to me. Attracted to me like I was the shit, and they were flies. Like moth to the flame. Women are like wolves. They can see, smell, hear and feel power and Dominance from afar. I mean, honestly, show me a woman who never craved to be Dominated, show me a woman who never craved to be taken and pursued, and I’ll show you a damn liar. It doesn’t matter if she was twenty-five, thirty-five or forty. My power will inspire her to feel like a young child once again. I will treat her; however, she’s behaving.
Women are perhaps the most potent and emotional creatures on this planet. Because women are so beautiful, intelligent and powerful it’s so easy for them to Dominate weak men without a lift of a finger. Women Dominate men in different forms; whether it be with their looks, their bodies, their idiosyncrasies, their minds. You may think you’re in control, meanwhile they are one step ahead of you. I’ll use the analogy of the game of chess. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, however, the King is the most prominent, and that must always be understood. Because if the King is captured easy, or in a sense of losing control, the game is pretty much over. In order for you to be able to Dominate your opponent, or in the game of chess, one must understand their opponent thoroughly, or the game that’s being played. It’s like you know their next move before they make it. If I can’t beat her in an intellectual argument or conversation, I will with my physical Dominance and strength. And if I can’t physically, I will emotionally. And I will display how I play and know the game is played much better. Speaking of better, let’s make her better. While I was speaking to the woman I was Dominating….
“Slick mouth, I’ll take care of that for you. No, it won’t be a spanking, that’s what you love, want and expect. Plus, that’s too basic. That’s not even punishment or Discipline. How would you learn from that? You wouldn’t, you would just repeat the same patterns and behaviors, so you can get the same results. Repeated patterns, turn into habits, and those habits form behaviors. Leading to you being in complete control psychologically of me. But, you’re going to learn quickly, so your first lesson begins today.”
I had this one woman, she never experienced something so primitively strong. She’s never been challenged, but the look in my eyes invaded her every thought. Every Moment. And her fears. Doubts. Insecurities eradicated. My gaze made her legs weak. Gave her goosebumps. Watered her pussy. Leaving a feverish dampness that was uncontrollable to her. The steady cadence of my voice, left her in a hypnotic state. Magnetic. She gave herself to me over the depths of my words. The sounds of my voice soothed her. It smoothed the rough edges of her stressed consciousness. Sometimes she needs a hard, slow, wet mental pounding of hard and big dick. Not frantic pumps, just attempting to get off. Or get yours. I’m talking; slow, hard, deep, long, strong, methodical, passionate, intense, jarring, stiff.... brilliance stroking her pituitary gland, that takes her ideas, dreams and her thoughts to a whole other world. Her thoughts squirting everywhere. I spoke softly to her, but forceful…
“Have you ever had a connection so deep, feelings, goosebumps, butterflies occur within you? Great sex is not achieved through multiple positions and deep penetration. Some may possess a lot, but unsure how to actually utilize what they have. The best sex happens with deep heart connection. Knowing how to breathe, speak and relax in moments of ecstasy is orgasmic. Afraid to love, and trust is what fully keeps a person from experiencing life, magic and true pleasure. When your heart is desired, it’s because selflessness breeds love. If your mind is desired, it’s because conversation breeds connection. If your soul is desired, it’s because energy breeds an intangible bond. If you’re wanted, it’s because nothing can replace the impact of your presence.
Do we take our senses for granted? Your physical appearance will never compensate for what your mind lacks. And that’s substances. What if the entire world was blind? Who would you impress? Imagine what we would be capable of as a society, if there was a magazine on the top shelf. Or a pageant for beautiful minds that were as popular as miss universe?”
Whether a man is a bad guy, a bad boy, if he treats her well, you think she cares? Fucks her immaculate, you think she cares? Let’s flip it, let’s take a nice guy who treats her like gold, but can’t fuck her properly, is he still treating her like gold? You think she cares? Now, for that little thing in their life he lacks? Does she just shrug it off? Of course she does. Women love bad boys, women love danger, even if it screams ‘death.’ However, you know what makes a bad boy even more irresistible? A bad boy who has his shit together. A bad boy who is a good man. I mean, if she’s pleasuring herself when she has a man to do that, isn’t that embarrassing? Does she now have uncertainty within herself? Does she now believe maybe it’s her? Does she feel undesired? But, wait a minute, how is he not satisfying her if he knows her? So, he doesn’t know her? Because, if they connect on a deep level, and they know each other, aren’t they going to know and learn how to satisfy each other? All these questions here are rhetorical. You see, I am not a savage monster. I am just ahead of the damn curve. I said to the woman, as humbly as I could say it...
“Do you know how fortunate you are? Be thankful, be humble, be appreciative and be grateful. Do you know how many women are deprived of pleasures in this world constantly? Embrace your desires, your fantasies and urges that constantly come back. Women do not experience some of these pleasures, and they have men. Men whom are inadequate of providing such things, therefore leading them to be single, pleasuring themselves. Mentally, emotionally and physically.” She had nothing to say. I was inspiring a desire for her to get on her fucking knees. Waiting on all fours, for my next command.
“Crawl to me...” I spoke softly, but forceful. As I stared down at her, and she met me at
my feet. Gazing into her begging, her ‘fuck me’ eyes. Watching her submit. Surrender, waiting for me to give her what she needs. What she’s earned. What she deserves. That first whip of my big chocolate man hand, on her soft round ass. The impact my hand creates as it kisses her flesh. A loud gasp and relief escapes her soul. Her journey begins now.
An undeniable wish for my big, strong, chocolate man hand to grasp her throat and command my darkest desires for her to fulfill.
These things that I would do to her, these things that I would provide to her, become the only things that feed her cravings. Constant wetness between her legs became worst, with my growls in her ear. Begging to fucking cum for me. She constantly begs. Now she knows what it’s like to be taken. Controlled. To be a real woman. To be owned. To be mine for the moment. Mine for the night. I'm official, I'm not a referee but I definitely made her pussy whistle. The best sex is usually with the ones you shouldn’t be having sex with. Love. Sex. Rope. Duct tape. Handcuffs. Restraints. Slaps. Marks. Bites. Bruises. The one who gets her pussy the wettest, is most likely the least good for her.
“I’ll take what I want from you. Don’t act as if you don’t like it,” I growled at her. “Now, when I’m grasping your hair, spanking your ass. Thug style, hand around your throat, while I’m fucking you all wild. Altering your moods and behaviors. You’re a good girl, but different woman around me. I see that. A brand-new woman. Lose yourself in my madness. You need that. As I push, pull, grasp, hold, and take you down. It will feel as if you’re being taken and fucked by so many different lovers. The Beast. The Dominant. The Sadist. The King. The Alpha. The Master. The Monster.”
All these masculinities in me, inspire the femininity in her. I make her feel like a real woman when I tell her what to do. I make her feel like a real woman when I touch her. I make her feel like a real woman when she wants to dress up for me. Dolled up, just so I can rip that fucking dress, fuck up her makeup and mess up her luxurious hair. Thick, long, Dominant chocolate dick, driving into her submissive, drenched hole. Hugging my girth snug, with those begging pussy lips. I shouted at her...
“Yeah, just like that! You love being my bitch, my whore. My good girl, my naughty and nasty pain slut, my prize.”
She loves to moan and roll her eyes in the back of her head when my thick, hard long chocolate dick is slamming into her round ass. She is knowing damn well I won’t take no for an answer when it comes to that pussy. And I don’t give a fuck if I only had her for one night. I would love her so intensely, I would make her mine entirely. She doesn’t struggle, because she knows it’s mine. I destroy her body, and my big chocolate beast massages her insides. Body begging. Pussy vibrating. Clit throbbing. When I’ve stroked her soul to absolutely no return. When she feels nothing of her former self. When animal instincts become stronger. When it’s too much. When she’s ready to let it all go. Through the clasped hands. Through all the restraints. Through the sweet, rough kisses of darkness. Through the perfect blend of helplessness. Breathlessness. Torture. Vulnerability. Through everything she has given me. From the last bit to share. Through the last gasp of air. She begs to cum…
“Please, can I cum? I’m cuming.” I made her come faster than 911 in white neighborhoods. And I made her scream like she’s never screamed before. Oh I know she has never screamed like this prior. Why? She has never fucked with an animal like me before. The regular men in her past were practice, and this was the fucking test. This was the big game. My cock penetrated her so rough, a little blood came out, right onto my cock. She looks at it, and says in surprise, “I’m bleeding? But it feels so good. Well, I’m not on my period. You are an animal Mr. Discipline, yes!! But a little blood never hurt nobody.”
She stepped into the bathroom to go clean herself up. She came back into bed, “you were like a desperate, howling demon.” that is what she said to me. I gazed at her, and then she asks me….
“Please do it again? And rougher.” She begged. I looked at her, and my eyes turned a gold color, they were bright, and my fangs came out. “Don’t worry,” I said to her. “See, my sex is so good, it’s to fucking die for.” Hissing at her ferociously. Now, she screamed, and before she could run away I grabbed her, and I sank my teeth and feasted upon her. My fangs dug deep into her neck, and then on her chest. First, I murdered the pussy, then I take her out. If it’s one thing a vampire has, it’s patience, but sometimes even that runs out. Vampires have a high sex drive, and even we won’t jump ahead, until we are invited in.
Humans fear what they don’t understand, and they hate what they fear. Clearly, I showed her a demon, a potent demon she was asking and begging for. But, when I gave it to her in the flesh, so she could see it for herself, the demon made her scream. She screamed out of fear, fear for her life. She deserved to die.
The following day arrived, and I was a special breed of a vampire. I was what you would call a ‘day walker.’ Its like after I killed and fed on Alexandria’s (the one who turned me into this immortal in the first fucking place) blood, I gained most of her energy and her powers.
I went into one of my fitness clubs that I owned, and I was just exercising and getting my blood pumping in my human form. I broke a sweat or two, and I was ready to go. I left my club, showered and started my day. The night arrived, and it was beautiful. Full moon, and drenched atmosphere. In the night I was the strongest. I felt the most alive. I ran into someone that night, she was strolling in the park, no one else was around. I ran up to her, and asked...
“What is a lovely lady like yourself doing out so late?” She gasped for air, “listen, I have pepper spray, okay!” I was in my human form, I mean, damn lady, I didn’t even display to you my eyes or fangs yet. She then said to me, “I mean, I love the negro people, but….” I interjected then, cutting her off, “no, you actually don’t, if you must mention that, you definitely don’t. Perhaps you are unaware, perhaps you are aware. But, let me explain something to you, I know you just want to seem like you do, you actually have a problem with as you say, ‘the negro people’, don’t you?”
I already knew this bitch had to die, just off the fact of that remark. She frantically answered me, “no, that’s not true, I….I...” I cut her off again, “well, you are lying.” She shook her head, no. I nodded my head, “yes. I mean, I can read your mind miss. And that’s all you’re thinking about. Yes, you do have pepper spray in your bag, oh and you have a knife in there as well.”
Her mouth opened wide as she was shocked that I guessed right. But, I had x-ray vision and I could see what was inside her purse and knew better than her what was in there. So many buried things in her purse, she probably forgot was in there. She then asked me, “oh my god, how did you know I…?” I continued to cut her off, “shhhh, just listen, this will be quick. And you are probably wondering when it will happen, right? Will you get a chance to run? Yes, I notice your eyes moving left and right, are you looking for something to strike with? You think, how far will you get? Will I chase you? Will it be painful? And I could answer all this for you. See, you will not get far, you will not find something to strike, it will happen very soon, and it will be quick. Will I chase you? No, because, well you will not get a chance to run. Will it be painful? Just a little bit.”
I didn’t waste any more time with her, “and don’t worry about loving or not loving the negro people anymore,” my eyes turned gold and my gold fangs grew. And before she could scream, my claws came out and I slashed her neck, I aimed for the jugular. I aimed for that vein, and when I did that, blood gushed out, and I drank the blood that speared out of her neck. Blood never tasted so damn good. But it felt good killing her, just because. Yum. That night, I went on a killing spree, taking everyone I wanted, and getting rid of their bodies in the process. But, there were some bodies I left behind. I knew something would eventually catch up to me. But, for some reason I did not give a fuck. I was a day walker and a night walker. I had businesses that I owned that operated during the day, and some at night strictly that were
my cover. But, shit will always catch up to you, and it may not be now, it may not be when you expect, but it does. And I was right...
Suddenly, I came across that woman that was at the club, Cleopatra. How did this woman find me? “What the fuck are you doing here?” I then questioned her. She found me at the park. It was weird, normally I am able to sense a presence and I could not feel hers.
“Is that a way you greet a woman, or any person? She asked me, and I just gazed at her. “My goodness, so rude!” She said to me. I was not entertained, nor was I pleased. “Who are you? Why are you here? I know you’re someone that knows me, this shit is not a coincidence.”
I was asking a series of questions and I wanted her to answer them. She knew I was on the money, she then said to me, “you’re right, your energy is picked up by me, and I feel you. It is so potent. I know you’re someone powerful, a warlock, a vampire or a God? I can sense your energy. It is so powerful, no way a mortal possesses this type of energy that you possess.”
I gazed at her up and down. “I am all three of the things that you have assumed me to be.” I stated. In this moment I knew, and I believed she was something great. I knew she was someone great. I knew she was someone of extreme power. I could feel her energy as well. And I felt she could hide some of her energy as well from me. And that shit was amazing, scary but so amazing. I then asked her, “you’re a witch, aren’t you? You’ve known who I was from the beginning, you just needed clarification. The clarification brought you here. It brought you to me. No need to hide, no need to lie. Let’s put everything out in the open, I know some women and men how they feel about the truth. I know how such human beings behave and interact, and how the truth affects them. Right now, it’s a moment of truth, and you cannot escape it. What the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you?”
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