i have always been attracted to women. i find the female form to be breathtaking: the swell of the breasts, the intoxicating valley of the waist extending to the hill of the hips; the delicacy of the neck; tiny ballerina fingertips and the sweet extensions of the legs. Women are stunning in both their outward beauty and their inner strength and preservation.

i take notice of women, watching their posture, the stride or skip to each step and the general presence each one exudes. However, as much as i admire my gender, i generally am not sexually attracted to the female persuasion. This being said, i have visited pussy-town, my home though is in Cocktropolis.

my experimentation with women first came with my desire to please my partner. i was not repelled by the idea of kissing another women and although i felt no lust for the lovely creature before me, i did enjoy her soft lips and the tenderness in which she embraced me. Women kiss explicitly different from men and i appreciate the softness of their body as we mold together, wrapping around one another, lightly strumming fingers up and down our sides. There are times when i crave female affection and i believe it is because like knows like and sometimes i simply want familiarity.

my affection for the fairer sex is a marriage of gentleness and sadism though. Some of my extreme desires revolve around inflicting pain on a girl; causing her tears, seeing her fear as i torture her with orgasm and denial. i do not wish to dominate her, i wish to be controlled and directed to inflict my passion on her, exercising my Masters desires while executing my very own. (my actions; however, are merely stages of transference, for all i wish to expel on the little victim, i truly wish to have happen to me.)

As much as i invest fantasies regarding women, my mind responds to a mans touch in a manner that consumes my presence, engulfs my subconcious creating a hunger that lures me into my darkest recesses. i will forever be drawn to men; the smell of their flesh, the strength to their hands, the hollowing of their pelvis and the definite shadowing of their frame as they stand before me. i do not have an inkling to inflict any control over a man, in fact, when men have approached me in a submissive nature i feel lost, as though they are speaking a language i simply can not understand.

i have been drawn to men of authority since i first noticed their stature and i appreciate the biological differences between our genders. i am very lucky to be a girl.

~His grace

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