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“Alpha Sub or Domme”

Cub

I’ve watched her since she came into the room. The atmosphere changed. People rushed her at the door. She’s appears sexy as hell and sweet as sugar. Her laugh is loud and her smile is big. She is not just at the party, she is the party. She doesn’t stay too long at any one place. She moves around the party with class and naughty type of grace. She carries herself as a woman in charge without being a b***h, but I never doubt she could be if she wanted to be. As I watch her float around the room, like a butterfly touching each flower, my c**k throbs at the thought of being buried deep inside of her hot p***y and ass. I wonder what it would be like to have a strong bold woman whose confident and a total alpha female submit to me? On her knees with my thick c**k buried in her mouth as I face f**k her. Making her moan in pleasure, taking every long thick inch of me. Making my every fantasy come true. I have no doubt she can handle me.  

Who am I kidding, she’s hot as hell and has plenty of options… she wont give me a second look, but if she did I’d give her the ride of her life. I’d show her what it's like to have a real man. For now, I’ll stay in my corner, let the other men pursue her. Let them enjoy her for now, because if I ever get my hands on her she will be mine and I will never let her go. She’ll never again know the touch of another man, but mine. I’ll make her come apart at the seams. I’ll make her wonder why she’s wasted her time with all these wanna bes when the Daddy Dom she wants is right here. I can tell she's like an onion. She has many layers and it would be fun tasting each delightful layer. I want her. I want her under me moaning. I want her melting for me. I want her fighting me. I want her to want me. What would it take for a woman like her to want me and be owned by me. 

I know me. I'm a bi male that's easy on the eyes, but not drop dead gorgeous. Men seem to prefer me while women seem to prefer other men. I’m okay with that. The right one will want me for me and not my looks. Plus, I haven't figured out if I want a man or a woman. It seems if I’m with one, I always long for the other. How do I settle down and pick just one when my heart wants both the hardness of a man and the soft gentle curves of a woman. I want a strong bottom that isn't a twink or wuss, but that will melt at my touch. However, that’s hard to find. Most tops are alphas like me while bottoms are twinks. I want a woman who wants me, who is strong and teachable, but independent. I want a woman who needs me as much as I need her. No matter which I choose, I will have to deny one half of myself. That's why I’m single. Oh, I have a couple girls I talk to, flirt with and who wants me as their Dom, but I don't have a girl that can be my everything. Despite knowing this, I continue to talk to them with hopes that one day they can be. I know it's unlikely to happen, but it’s better than being alone. To be honest I’m tired of being alone. I work, I eat, I come home and go to sleep. My life is boring, but I want more. I want excitement. I want love. I don’t want to be alone. I want to enjoy life and stop the cycle of all work no play. I want to feel hands on my body again. I want to put my hands on his or her body causing his or her body to crave my touch. To want me as much as I want them. I want to protect him or her, I want to be needed for more than my paycheck. I want to be the man he or she looks to, respects and appreciates. I want to be his or her world just as he or she would be mine. 

As the night begins to wrap up, I notice she hasn’t been far from my thoughts. I need to talk to her at least one more time. I need to see if she could be the one? She’s older and may not want a young Cub like me, but damn it if I’m not gonna try. She’s had me since hello and doesn’t even know it. Does she even know I exist?

“Game Over - Game On”

LAW

Well s**t!! The party is wrapping up and none of the Doms I’ve met does it for me. Dom #1 seems to have the most potential, but his other sub is with him. There’s talk of an after party, I wonder if he will go. He seems to have the most potential, but he’s straight, which means hookup only. If I agree to the after party, I can play with him. You see as a married woman our agreement is we only play together. However, if we swing I can play with a straight male as swinging is all straight play for males. I’m both excited and scared of the idea. It pushes my limits for sure.

I’m deeply disappointed that I have to swing to get my needs met. I’m hurt and mad. I don’t want this, but I have needs that can no longer be denied. Hell, I’m not even bi, but know I’ll be playing with women tonight as well. I wonder if I can do it. If they don’t kiss me maybe I can. I do like breast. That along with a sexy ass is the one thing I can admire in another woman. It’s game time, I gather my bad ass sexy persona and wrap it around myself like a shield. 

I dig deep and put forth the “I’m game for anything” smile on my face. I know no one will be able to tell I really don’t want this. They will see me as the ringleader. Not even my wonderful husband will know. All he will see is what I want him to see, I love you and I’m doing this for us. To meet both our needs and to enjoy new experiences. We will have fun! On the inside, I’m shaking with fear and disappointment, as we say our goodbyes and prepare to head to the room.

Ohhh, there’s that cowgirls wet dream. I wonder if he will join us tonight. It may be worth it after all if I can have a piece of him. Let me talk to him, just maybe he will come. I want him despite his age. As I say my goodbyes and I attempted to get myself in the mood, I pull up the pic of my weekend Dom. He has such a long d**k it’s always a show stopper and the perfect way to leave peeps excited and laughing. He’s given me permission to show his pic or I never would share it with others. I walk up to the group, Cub, the wet cowgirls dream is there. I approach the safe one in the group, because he’s the one I know I’ll never f**k, but will tease the s**t out of. He’s married and they are looking for a partner but he’s straight too. Also, I know I could never sub for a woman. The word on the street is that his wife is a Domme to women. That s**t wouldn’t fly with me. 

“Damn Baby, you keep smiling at me like that and I may just have to f**k the s**t outta you!’ I tell him. He and his wife laugh. It isn’t the first time I’ve told him that tonight. “When you smile all I can think of is riding a big c**k. You look just like my weekend Dom, I wonder if your c**k is as big as his?” I smile and wink while pulling out my phone. I pull up the pic of that big thick c**k again to show him. He responded with something cute, but I have no idea what he actually said, I just want the night to be over with already. I nod and laugh and show the group the pic. 

Straight guys typically have 3 responses when seeing weekend Doms c**k: Damn he’s hung or it’s all about how you use it or the rare I’m thicker, I’m longer, I’m bigger. I just shake my head and say, “Yes he is and he damn sure knows how to use it! Do you know what to do with yours?” Wink. I'm ready to give my standard response, when Cub leans forward for a better look and says, “That's a nice c**k!”

I’m shocked. Not only is his voice sexy as hell, like silk going over a tough piece of wood, but it holds in it true admiration for another mans c**k. I turn to him and give him my full attention, 

“Are your bi?” I ask, inside I’m hopeful and excited.

He nods and smiles, “Yes, I’m bi.” 

At his words, I’ve forgotten everyone else in the room. It’s like I’m watching myself with a true smile on my face. A moment in time that I’m not likely to soon forget. Fire starts pumping in my veins, the excitement is giddy. I can’t wait to get my hands on him without even realizing it, I’ve claimed him in my mind. He’s mine. I’m going to pursue him. I want him, maybe hubs will too, but hubs lets me choose the guys. That’s our trade off for me doing threesomes. I get to pick the guy. A Dom for me and a c**k for him. It’s a win win. 

“Your Bi?” It’s both a question and a statement. I’ve momentarily lost my train of thought and control of my responses just thinking about him. For the first time, I notice his hands. Normally it’s the first thing I spot check on a guy, but because I couldn’t get past that sexy dimpled smile and twinkle in his brown eyes, I hadn’t even looked. I’m shocked, I’ve missed it. That never happens. I know if his hands don't appeal to me, it’s over before it’s even began. This tells me I had mentally marked him off my list despite his appeal before I ever even really considered him. I know it was due to his age and me thinking he was straight. Now that’s all changed. 

For once, I'm shocked to discover what his hands look like doesn’t matter. I want him. Usually my attraction starts at the hands and goes from there, but not with him. No, with him it's all about the smile and his command presence. The funny thing is, when I do notice his hands, it’s like I’ve taken a snapshot and paused just looking at them. I immediately want to put my mouth on them. I want to touch them. I want to close my eyes, forget the world exist and hold them close to my face. I can see myself doing it as I look at his hands. I’ve never responded so strongly to hands before. His hands are smaller for a guy his size, but well rounded and manly. His nails are short. That of a working man's hands. For some reason, they are hands I can trust. My p***y is wet, but my heart is soft. I’m all sub on the inside. I’m melting already and he hasn’t even touched me. WTF?? 

A man's hands either turn me on or off, but they never soften my heart. You see I may want to feel them on my body or in my tight p***y, but I’ve never looked at hands and instantly wanted to kiss them, hold them, love them. I’ve never wanted to feel their love and protection like I do at this very moment. I realize my response to him is different than other men, but don’t know why.  I just know if this is going to happen, I have to step up to the plate. I don’t want to leave this party without a way to keep contact with him. I make a conscious choice right then. I know there’s a night of play to come and I don't have time to get to know him like I want to. I feel disappointed in myself that I’ve wasted my night with others instead of giving my time to him. I'm damn sure not going to let him leave without letting him know I’m interested and would like to get to know him better. 

“So sexy, are you in any of our online groups” Several groups are here tonight.

“No, not right now.”

“Well sexy man your gonna have to join my group. I’d like to get to talk to you and see what happens”

“Okay, I’ll have my friend add me.”

“Can I pm you once you join?”

“Sure we can talk.” I’m both excited and disappointed at his words. I can’t tell if he’s interested, but I want him to be. Despite wanting to leave him with a lasting impression, I find my boldness has left me. Normally, I would step into him, touch his chest and kiss him. Leaving no question of my intent, but for some reason I don’t. I can't do it. I can’t tempt him with s****l innuendos and a sexy tease. I want him to want more than my body. I want him to want my heart and mind too. I want him to pursue me. WTF? That’s not happening. No one gets my heart just the edges of it. Just the overflow.

My mind and heart is moving much faster than my common sense. I make a plan right then. I’ll pursue what I want while protecting myself. f**k letting my heart decide for me. I don’t know him, but I’ve already decided he will be mine. I will go all in with my body but not my heart. That’s my compromise. I’ll give him the full woman I am sexually while Doming from the bottom. I won't be hurt by him or show him the real me. If an older man can’t meet those hidden needs of my heart how can a a young man. I’ll wrap him around my finger making his every s****l fantasy come true. I’ll give him the time of his life while he’s mine. I’ll treat him like the king he is to me all without giving him the one thing only my husband has ever truly owned, my heart. I will let him own my body, but never my heart. He will never know what makes me tick. I’m tired of games and opening my heart up to others only to be disappointed when I’m not appreciated or finally meet them in person only to be let down. For once, this one time, I’ll meet his every need- be his everything, while protecting my heart. I won’t feel. I won’t attach. I’ll just enjoy the ride till it stops. 

How will I do this? It’s simple, I’ll just be me. There’s no fun in being someone I’m not. Since I’m not giving him my heart, I have nothing to lose by going all in. It’s doesn't matter if he likes me or not, he can’t hurt me. That may sound egotistical or proud but I know what I bring to the table. If he can be a cowgirls wet dream come to life, I can damn sure be a cowboys wet dream.

Enough small talk, regrets of not spending time with him earlier and planning for the future, I have an after party to go to. I have to get it together. I pull my sexy persona around me like a shield. I’ll think about the future later. I paste a smile on my face and use the “I’m sexy as hell command presence” and walk like I f*****g own the place to the door with others in tow leaving a cowgirls wet dream behind for now. It’s f*****g show time! Game on!