Just started seeing a other little Asian, my sex drive cannot be controlled , this is like the laws of nature. Mating is as strong as the need to drink water and eat.

I am Pagan, I follow the laws of nature and my instinct. After no sex for a few month, I feel like a predator, not in the sense to harm anybody but more make female beg me to fuck them.

This new little Asian is really into BDSM, she like to be controlled and own. I put a pretty collar on her neck and she is not allow to remove it in public, it look great, it fit well with her clothes, most people don't even realize this is a sign of ownership. Other girl compliment her on the collar, they don't realize what it meen.

I establish a strict set of rules, first display of defiance and she is out the door, abandon to herself. She is having a decent job as a secretary. I don't pay anything for her.

I can see it in her eyes, I don't want to brag but i have a natural talent to make women cum a lot, because i understand what they want. They want to act all powerful and bitchy but deep inside, they melting on the idea when a man will tell her to shut up, take her clothes off and pin her to the ground. Most men today are just too cuck. I tie her up, blindfold her, gagged ball and she look great in my living room, like a piece of furniture. Really artistic.

She spend most time at my apartment but she still have her own place, so she have no power over me legally in case of a break up.

Let see how long I can keep a women just with the pleasure of sex I provide for her. No money, no kids, no rings, no marriage...

When i see the bright stars in the eyes of a women, she look at you in desire and beg you to take her on a journey...

I am getting back into blue pilled mentality?

Since I am a Classical Piano player, I like the mentality of Don Juan De Marco, always be the one women desire, never the opposite. Let your Alpha male attribute speak for themselves. We are not made to get married and stay with the same sexual partner all our life. So just be the Lover women crave for. And by the scream of her orgasm, she know you own her, you defeated her soul, she depend on you.

Every woman is a mystery waiting to be solved, but a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin color can tell us how to proceed. A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale, and she must be coaxed to open her petals with a warmth like the sun. The pale and dappled skin of a redhead calls for the lust of a wave crashing to the shore so we may stir up what lies beneath her and bring up the foamy delight of love to the surface. Although there is no metaphor that truly describes making love to a woman, the closest is playing a rare musical instrument. I wonder...does a Stradivarius violin feel the same rapture as the violinist when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart?

-Don Juan De Marco