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๐Ÿ๏ธ ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ & ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ŸŽค

Buckle up.
This is The ๐€๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ & ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ.
I'm ๐€๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ โ€” part biker, part bodyguard, and a smartass with a history full of trouble, leather, and the occasional โ€œwhoops, that was her sister?โ€ moment.

๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ?
Sheโ€™s the voice in my head whoโ€™s way too clever for her own good. Keeps me sharp. Corrects my spelling. Sheโ€™s not real โ€” but donโ€™t tell her that.
๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ .

These are true stories from the road, the bars, the backseats, the courtroom, and the bedrooms โ€” with names and places changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

Some are sexy.
Some are criminal.
Some mightโ€™ve gotten me banned from a few counties.

All of them? ๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž.
So read slow, breathe deep, and donโ€™t be shy when it gets hot.
These stories donโ€™t come with a warning labelโ€ฆ but probably should.

โ€” ๐€/๐
7 months ago. Thursday, June 12, 2025 at 1:58โ€ฏPM

๐Ÿ”ฅ THE ANIMAL & BULLET SHOW โ€” FOREPLAY IN TEXT FORM ๐Ÿ”ฅ
(Full Banter Session: Uncaged Edition)

Bullet:ย  ย 
Animal, remind me again โ€” what exactly are we doing here?
Because from the way you keep looking down my top, it seems less like a blog and more like an excuse for you to drool in public.

Animal:
Hey now โ€” it ainโ€™t my fault you keep wearing shirts cut lower than your patience for my bullshit.
Iโ€™m just a storytellerโ€ฆ youโ€™re the one turning this into a damn fantasy novel with that mouth, those curves, and that attitude.

Bullet:
Fantasy? Sweetheart, this isnโ€™t fantasy.
This is you oversharing your scandalous past and pretending itโ€™s culture.
You call it storytelling โ€” I call it foreplay with punctuation.

Animal:
Guilty as charged.
But you know damn well I canโ€™t resist you when you get all bossy.
You cross your legs and I forget my name. You smirk, and I start planning sins.
This blog? Itโ€™s my love letter to bad ideas and worse women โ€” starting with you.

Bullet:
Please. Youโ€™d try to bend me over the keyboard if I didnโ€™t slap your hands away every five minutes.

Animal:
Only because you like slapping my hands.
And donโ€™t act like youโ€™re not into it. You sass me, tease me, then whisper the nastiest ideas like youโ€™re ordering dessert.

Bullet:
Mmhm. And you eat every bite like itโ€™s your last meal.

Animal:
Damn right I do.
So whatโ€™s this blog really about?

Bullet:
Itโ€™s about stories. The kind you donโ€™t tell your mama.
Itโ€™s about lust, leather, and living without apologies.
And itโ€™s about you trying to get into my pants... again.

Animal:
Hey, itโ€™s not my fault Iโ€™m a creature of instinct. You bend over one more time in that skirt and this blogโ€™s gonna need a Parental Advisory sticker.

Bullet:
Too late, Daddy.
Now get back to typing โ€” before I gag you with your own bandana.

A๐ŸคชBย  ๐Ÿ‘ 

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