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๐พ Animal & ๐ฏ Bullet Blog Piece
No names. Just a story for someone who reads slowโฆ ๐๏ธ๐
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[๐ฏ 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. ๐ทโจ
[๐พ ANIMAL]
Yeahโฆ she didnโt just message me. She marked me. Said she reads between the lines. Wants more than just leather and thrustโshe wants meaning. That rare mix: a mind that begs to be unraveledโฆ while her bodyโs bound tight and begging. ๐ง ๐ฆ
[๐ฏ BULLET]
So what did you do, tough guy? Write her a poem? Send her a playlist? ๐ถ๐
[๐พ ANIMAL]
No. I gave her a story. A true oneโexcept maybe it hasnโt happened yet. Not until she says yes. ๐ญ๐
Sheโs on her knees, not because I told her toโbut because it felt right. ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ซ
Thatโs how you know sheโs real.
Submission not taken, but given. Her headโs bowed, but her mindโs alive.
Sharp. Curious. Dangerous in the best way. ๐ค๐ฅ
She speaks in full sentences, even with the plug inside her. ๐๐ฃ๏ธ
And I havenโt let her come in days. โณ๐ฆ
Every night she calls me. ๐
I walk her through the edgeโslow, 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:
โNot yet, baby. Not until Iโm there to taste it myself.โ ๐ทโ๏ธ
And she obeys.
Whimpering. Gritting her teeth. Shaking.
But obeying. Because what weโre building isnโt just sex.
Itโs control.
Trust.
Worship. ๐๐ฅ
One night, she slips. She begs. Not for releaseโbut for more denial.
Thatโs when I know Iโve got her.
Not just her body, but her will.
Her soul, shivering in my palm like a butterfly daring to stay. ๐ฆ๐คฒ
So I collar herโceremonial. No lock yet. That comes later.
But the message is clear:
โYou are not forgotten. You are chosen.โ ๐โจ
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 ๐๏ธ๐
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I donโt just make her come.
I let her come. ๐ฃ๐
And thatโs the difference between a Domโฆ
and a man who just wants to fuck. ๐ฏ๐ฏ๏ธ
[๐ฏ BULLET]
So? Think sheโll read it? ๐๐
[๐พ ANIMAL]
Oh, sheโll read it.
Sheโll read it slow. ๐ข๐ฅ
[๐ฏ BULLET]
Think sheโll know itโs about her?
[๐พ ANIMAL]
She already does.
And if she dares to message me againโฆ sheโll get Part Two. โ๏ธ๐๏ธ
[๐ฏ BULLET]
Good. Because she sounds like a woman who deserves to be written into a storm. โ๏ธ๐ค