What do you want to hear?
DoriNYC:
Degrade me. Call me a bastard. Pathetic. Desperate. Get creative.
Me:
Is there anything you don’t like, my desperate, pathetic bastard?
DoriNYC:
I don’t particularly like small dick humiliation.
Of course. Men and their penises. I almost rolled my eyes.
Me:
Got a complex, Tiny Tim?
DoriNYC:
I just don’t like being lied to.
What a fucking arrogant asshole.I couldn’t help the smirk that emerged on my lips.
Me:
Prove it.
DoriNYC:
Permission tosend a NSFW pic?
My heart picked up a beat in my chest. Was I about to get a dick pic? More than that…did I actuallywantto see it?
Honestly? Yeah. Kinda. Curiosity got the better of me, and I sent:
Me:
Permission granted.
He sent it, and my phone tumbled right out of my hands, bouncing on my knee and hitting the mattress. I scrambled to get it, snatching it up, and stared at the picture in front of me.
Jesus. He was hung.
The picture captured Dorian from the waist down. It looked like he was lying in bed on top of a deep blue duvet. Grey boxer briefs hugged his strong thighs. I could easily make out the outline of his monster cock. His erection lifted the grey fabric, casting a shadow underneath it.
My mouth went wet with want. It was the kind of cock I wanted to get on my knees for, trace with my tongue, and pull deep into my throat?—
No.No. I had to get out of a submissive head-space.
I wasn’t the one worshipping him. He was the one worshippingme.
What would badass, femdom Dove do?
I texted back:
Me:
