Not many things can take away my dominate throne, turning me submissive. I thrive best when I’m in control, everything I want I get, everything I say, happens. Tough skin is needed when dealing with me, though at times I want to be controlled. But it takes a real man to make me get one my knees, to make me beg for more.

And I have been in control far to often, walking through all of my sissy’s like they were snacks in my fridge. Honestly I might lose my mind if I have one more yes man in front of me. Ignoring all of the other sissy men texting and calling me, I make a phone call and get the plans made for that weekend, I refuse to wait any longer then that.
The rest of the week drug by like a snail, I couldn’t get that BBC out of my mind. Finally the day came and I was going to get fucked senseless. Letting my submissive side take over, I take a long hot shower, making sure to shave all the nooks for my guest. Getting out of the shower smelling like my favorite scent, cherry blossoms. So excited for that BBC that I could barely sit still. He texted me saying he was on his way and a smile filled my face from ear to ear, knowing he only lived twenty minutes away meant he was going to be here before I know it.

Sipping my drink and putting on some music so I don’t bother my neighbors too much. The only thing that can make me scream out is a BBC, so I make sure to prepare. When he finally got there I rushed to let him in and start the night. Seeing him made every submissive bone in my body come to the front and center, Craving him was an understatement. He was barely through the front door fully and I was already trying to take his pants off. And it didn’t take me long until I had all of his cloths on the floor, right along with mine. I hope the phone sex blog gives you tingles and cravings.