As a girl who labels herself as a submissive, taking on a traditionally dominant role in a relationship does not particularly appeal to me. I don’t want to make decisions or set rules or even be very aggressive. I do, however, enjoy a certain kind of power. I enjoy the power of seduction, the power of want, the power of love. I enjoy being able to make people want me, to be the star in people’s fantasies, to make another person’s heart race at the mere thought of me. I enjoy jealousy, on occasion, and I enjoy envy. I enjoy when my friend or partner is jealous over someone else looking at me with want. I enjoy that possessive attitude because I know that it was me who made them that way. I enjoy when others want me but can’t have me, because in that moment, I hold a sway over them. I enjoy the rush, the exhilaration of being desired.
Do my eyes pull you in? Do my lips tell of kisses and moans? Does my skin seem ripe for bruises? Do my breasts seem supple for play? Do my legs tremble prettily? Is my ass round and juicy? Does my voice lull and excite? Does my presence command attention?
Is it wrong for me to enjoy this? Am I wrong for preening under keen eyes? Perhaps. But then again, I never said I was a good girl.
