Lately, I have found myself attracted to certain movies and television shows with incredibly heroic, masculine characters. I have never been the kind of woman wooed by brawn. I find intelligence to be a much more powerful measure of a person. When I was much younger, other girls I knew fantasized about these kind of men looking after them, bringing them presents and taking them on fantastic trips. I would look at their walls in their bedrooms covered in posters of these kinds of men.
I am not that kind of woman. If I want something, I can get it for myself. If I want to go someplace far away or go on an adventure, I take myself there.
I explain this certain turn of events to a shift in my dominant obsessions. Before, I had only men to play with, boys really. I fantasized about beautiful women at my control, filling their eyes with want and desire. Now, I fantasize about having these kind of men under my feet. Quite literally. I want to walk on their muscled backs. I want to piss in their mouths. I want to cane them. I want to dress them in my panties and make them lick my high heels.
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