The other day I was lying on my bed contemplating whether or not I should reorganize my lingerie drawers. Just as I had made the decision to get my lazy ass into motion, one of my girlfriends called (saving me from actually exerting myself). She asked me what I’m attracted to most in a man. At first, I thought she was going to tell me about some to-die-for guy that her beau knows (umm, no thank you), but it soon became apparent that the catalyst for her asking me this question was that she desperately hoped that I would ask her the same question in return. I was bored as fuck, so I appeased her.

Her list of desirable qualities that she insists upon include that he be handsome, athletic, have a high income, be intelligent, etc. I suppose her demands are not all that uncommon, but I think it speaks volumes about her insecurities. She basically wants a man who makes up for where she thinks of herself as lacking.

Call it arrogance (or reality), but I think of myself as above being so precarious. I know that I’m smart, hardworking, sweet, and of course, hot enough to make you pull down your pants and pump your cock at my leisure. What I want in a man is someone who wants to be with me.

He can have riches and looks galore, but if he isn’t all about me, then I can’t be all about him. I don’t require a guy who subordinates himself to me (though that has its positives too). I just need to know that I truly do it for him and that he’s willing to make me a significant part of his life because of it.

Are you like that? If you’re unsure, ask yourself if you’re turned on right now? If you are, then you know the answer. To ensure that you answered correctly, just look down at your cock. We both know that your erection answers to me, baby.

So what are you going to do about it?

Listen to your cock, my love.

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