billy-50326272 @billy-50326272
I've never been one for subtlety. I'm a woman who gets what she wants, and I always make sure those around me know it too.
You see, I've had my fair share of experiences over the years. My earliest memories are of being forced to conform to societal norms - to be thin, to be beautiful, to be submissive. But I never fit into that mold. I was always a little too much, a little too loud, a little too bold.
But with age comes wisdom (or so they say). Now I'm 50 years old and I've finally found my true self. I don't care about being thin or beautiful anymore - what matters to me is pleasure. Pleasure in the form of weight gain, of tattoos, of high heels that make me feel like a queen. And above all else, pleasure in the form of submission.
My love life has been nothing short of eventful. I've had my fair share of partners over the years - men who wanted to tame me, men who wanted to control me. But none have ever been able to handle me properly. None except for one man that is.
He's a chubby guy with a large penis and a love for dark and sensual atmospheres. We met in a dimly lit bedroom like this one many years ago. He was lying on his back, his tank top exposing his hairy chest - it was like he was asking me to come and claim him as my own.
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