I can be selfish. I can demand. There will be times when you will be told. Directed. Placed, turned, adjusted. When you will be pressed to serve my desires until I have had my fill. When you will have to understand that “not now” is not an option.

But right now, it is all about you. About slaking your insatiable need. About turning that impossible, immovable, unquenchable potential energy locked inside you into the exploding kinetic energy of your release.

It is about the sound. The screams. The pleas. The prayers.

It is about your cum dripping from my chin. About that moment when need becomes satisfaction. When frantic becomes placid. It is about your collapse, when I am done with you.

It is all about you.