Categories

There is a natural order to things. The softness of my skin was always meant to submit to his strength. This wasn't a choice, it was an inevitable conclusion written in the language of desire. To submit to his dominant presence just feels inherently right. A shiver runs through me, not just from the feeling of him but from the sheer reality of it. He’s so much bigger, so much stronger. I feel tiny beneath him, completely at his mercy. The thought flashes through my mind, he could make me do anything, and there's nothing I could do to stop him... I feel like such a bitch. My white genes made me like this. I have fucking tits and this tiny, useless cock between my legs. No body hair to speak of, no real muscle to resist with. I’m basically a girl already. It’s no wonder he can just take what he wants. Typical White Boy