His fragile male ego....elan vital.
Oh how I love his form, how I desire his heavy hands on my person, with a burning deep within to quench my own fragile ego.
Perhaps I bore of such sport.
Perhaps I have done it all before.
There is nothing left for me to believe in.
There is nothing left for me to toy with.
A rouse may be in order.
Yes, a rouse, of my choosing.....When I am damn good and ready for one.
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