Submissive men are far and away my favorite people in the world. I respect them, admire them, and adore them.
Of course, that’s especially true for the men I own, but really just in general, I’m a huge fangirl of submissive men. Seriously, they’re a thousand kinds of awesome. Trying to articulate why they’re awesome is harder than I thought it would be. There are somany reasons.
There’s nothing sweeter than a boy curling up in my lap after being used hard, completely spent and sated, moaning softly as he clings to me.
There’s nothing sexier than the way his voice changes, the way it gets higher the more I push him. That little whine that all submissive men seem to know how to do is my favorite sound in the world. Once I hear that sound, I know I’ve got him in the palm of my hand.