The Artful Provocateur

I like my sex served rough. I want a man at my throat; I like their palms there. I have dreamt of powerful hands gripping tight, paired with a Katana that needed a harder edge. I like fighting for breath and sweat in my eyes. I wanna really gasp, really scream, and really cum. I want him to make me say 'please' and 'thank you,' and if he puts me on my knees with a glance, even better. I like the strength and the feeling of being brought underneath the power of something absolutely greedy. I find it delicious. But don’t ask me what I want; I want dominance. It's sexier being  pulled throat-first down on  your dick, hair in your fists, eyes watering, and sated. I wanna be brought  back up for air briefly, back against the wall, in your line of sight,  bowing, sweating, begging. I want to be held up by the neck, fingers pressed  against my lips sweetly and falsely. I want eye contact that shuts me  down. Don’t call me a  good girl , I don’t want approval....