Being that it’s Hump Day, I figured I’d take it there…again. Last week it was all about my fertile pen game (CLICK HERE for flashback), this time I just have a couple questions that I hope someone out there can answer. You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even in the heat of passion as I grasped your hips and hit your love box making you cum for the third time in a row? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really?

You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even if my stroke was so good that it made you spell my name backwards as you once again relinquished all ownership of your pussy by telling me it was mine? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even if none of what we were whispering to each other in the wee hours of the night could be heard by another soul? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even if I nibbled on your earlobe and told you that this dick was yours for the taking?

You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even if I told you that I meant it in the sexiest in-the-heat-of-the-moment, take-me-right-now and have your way with me sense? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even for the 30 minutes it took for me to devour your clit before it exploded on my willing tongue? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even for arguments sake of role-playing just long enough to get both you and me to the point of orgasm?

You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even if I told you that feminism was alive and well but right now, at this very moment, all I need is a dirty little bitch to fuck the shit out of me? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even if I looked you in your eyes and told that I loved you with all my heart and actually meant it? You wouldn’t wanna be my bitch? Really? Not even for just one night?