I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2016 and immediately sought treatment. Before then I would say I lived a sheltered life and living how society wanted me to. I went to college and got a job though I never married nor had kids. Now being 42 and having felt the intense fear of possible death, I had an epiphany. As cliche as it sounds though very true, life is too short not to do what you enjoy.
After I was feeling better, eating healthy and exercising I pondered what I really want in life which will make me feel satisfied. A recurring thought was, sex. Not with someone whom I loved and wanted to do all that fun shit you see on social media. No, I wanted a violent animal of a man, a young man rather with ice blue eyes and huge hands.
Being unemployed and living on a disability of sorts I had some time to myself. Everyday I would wake and instantly think of my blue eyed overlord spanking me or choking me with his massive hands. It wasn’t until I was 24 I started masturbating but by then I had already had, unsatisfactory sex. In one day I would cum 6 times and even try to spank myself though the feeling didn’t seem right. I needed a real man to do it.