Even when we talk about our kinks, they never expect it. They never expect me. They see me and they think I’m so cute and small… I can’t possibly be capable of dominating them. 5’2 on a good day, I come up to their shoulders… at best. Cute, small, curvy, girly. Curly honey-blonde hair and big blue eyes.
It’s like they thought they could take advantage of me. Good fucking luck.
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I dress up for the date. *How to look the least intimidating? Not like I was that intimidating to start…* Short skirt, flats, oversized sweater. I look fucking adorable.
You want to protect me, take care of me… fuck me? Probably. Who wouldn’t want the juxtaposition of my tiny frame on my knees, your cock stretching my mouth. Any cock would look massive in contrast with how small I am, but yours especially. I can tell you’re thinking that as I talk. Does it even matter what I’m saying? Not to you…
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I walk up the stairs in front of you as I lead you to my apartment. When I asked you home, your eyes got huge. It was precious. You nodded, *yes please*. What did you think would happen, cutie? Me on all fours, your huge cock splitting me in two? *Hmm…*