A M has a very agreeable blog. In one entry he wrote of amazing luck on a second date:
The next time we met she was relentless. She took orgasm after orgasm from me and climbed on top to hold my wrists to the mattress. My eyes widened in fear. Did she know?
“Don’t,” I begged. “You shouldn’t…”
“Why?” She was teasing, playing along with me.
“Really, you don’t know…”
“Don’t know what?” He bare thighs stroked my body. I felt my cock jerk.
“I’m submissive.” I winced my eyes, afraid of her reaction.
I could feel her smile behind my closed eyes. Her lips were inches from me. “I know. I’m dominant.” She spoke in a whisper.
