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I was a man. I was no meek little permission boy. I took what I wanted when I wanted-and that included bitches.
As educated as I was, the word consent was simply not in my vocabulary. When I saw cooz I liked, I decide there and then that she belonged to me. I took by force, I claimed, raped and violated. I made her all mine and threw her to one side when my desires were satiated.
Today I was walking down the street. As ever my cock was twitching and the cum was churning in my balls. I was feeling that need, that masculine need to thrust into a woman’s body, to pound that feminine form, to fuck a bitch into submission.
And then I saw her. A hot blonde bitch with her shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a little cleavage, a shirt that I reckoned was deliberately a size too small just to accentuate the curves of her shapely breasts. She was wearing tight jeans, clearly keen to show off her equally curvaceous ass.
That was an ass that demanded sodomy. I knew every bitch out there wanted to get fucked up the back door. They may not say it out loud, but they all wanted a man to take her by force and stuff her dirt-box full with his fuck meat.
READ MOREFrom her front I could see she had bright red cock-sucking lips that simply demanded some meat to slurp on. I imagined that red lipstick all smudged when a fuck weapon rammed that slut mouth. Fuck I loved that look when I was face raping cooz. The mere thought had my already rock hard cock straining painfully at my jeans.
COLLAPSE
