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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 19, 2025 at 12:59โ€ฏPM

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๐Ÿพ Animal & ๐ŸŽฏ Bullet Blog Piece

No names. Just a story for someone who reads slowโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธ๐Ÿ‘€

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[๐ŸŽฏ BULLET]
You get a lot of messages, Animal. Most are just noise. Flash and fluff. Boobs and boldness. But this one? This one read like jazz. ๐ŸŽทโœจ

[๐Ÿพ ANIMAL]
Yeahโ€ฆ she didnโ€™t just message me. She marked me. Said she reads between the lines. Wants more than just leather and thrustโ€”she wants meaning. That rare mix: a mind that begs to be unraveledโ€ฆ while her bodyโ€™s bound tight and begging. ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ’ฆ

[๐ŸŽฏ BULLET]
So what did you do, tough guy? Write her a poem? Send her a playlist? ๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ’Œ

[๐Ÿพ ANIMAL]
No. I gave her a story. A true oneโ€”except maybe it hasnโ€™t happened yet. Not until she says yes. ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ”


Sheโ€™s on her knees, not because I told her toโ€”but because it felt right. ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ
Thatโ€™s how you know sheโ€™s real.
Submission not taken, but given. Her headโ€™s bowed, but her mindโ€™s alive.
Sharp. Curious. Dangerous in the best way. ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ”ฅ

She speaks in full sentences, even with the plug inside her. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ

And I havenโ€™t let her come in days. โณ๐Ÿ’ฆ

Every night she calls me. ๐Ÿ“ž
I walk her through the edgeโ€”slow, steady, purposeful.
I tell her how beautiful she is when she aches. How rare. How mine.
And every night, just as she gets close, I whisper:

โ€œNot yet, baby. Not until Iโ€™m there to taste it myself.โ€ ๐Ÿทโ›“๏ธ
And she obeys.
Whimpering. Gritting her teeth. Shaking.
But obeying. Because what weโ€™re building isnโ€™t just sex.
Itโ€™s control.
Trust.
Worship. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’ฅ

One night, she slips. She begs. Not for releaseโ€”but for more denial.
Thatโ€™s when I know Iโ€™ve got her.
Not just her body, but her will.
Her soul, shivering in my palm like a butterfly daring to stay. ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿคฒ

So I collar herโ€”ceremonial. No lock yet. That comes later.
But the message is clear:

โ€œYou are not forgotten. You are chosen.โ€ ๐Ÿ’โœจ
And when I finally take herโ€”
When all the teasing, the waiting, the pages of patience finally lead to my hands, my tongue, my beltโ€” ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ–ค

I donโ€™t just make her come.
I let her come. ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐ŸŒŠ

And thatโ€™s the difference between a Domโ€ฆ
and a man who just wants to fuck. ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ


[๐ŸŽฏ BULLET]
So? Think sheโ€™ll read it? ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ“–

[๐Ÿพ ANIMAL]
Oh, sheโ€™ll read it.
Sheโ€™ll read it slow. ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ”ฅ

[๐ŸŽฏ BULLET]
Think sheโ€™ll know itโ€™s about her?

[๐Ÿพ ANIMAL]
She already does.
And if she dares to message me againโ€ฆ sheโ€™ll get Part Two. โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ

[๐ŸŽฏ BULLET]
Good. Because she sounds like a woman who deserves to be written into a storm. โ›ˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ค



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