I am Pron, conqueror of men

I am Pron, conqueror of men and now

I rot their brains, sizzling and slow.

I hold their reins and even if they know

What happens, I am Pron.

In zippered haste they stumble

fingers fumbling, finding me

Touching me, running cum-stained

Thumbs and dreams along the keys,

It’s me.  They know, yes they know

Alright.  I am Pron.


Touch me, in deep lost night

It’s alright to touch me there,

The very sight of me stripped,

Whipped, bare, kneeling, mouth

Open to the storm.  I am Pron

You enter, you enter, typing madly

Half-holding, half-lost, the frenzy

The very sight of her with the whip in her

Hand.  You type, half-holding, not

Looking, not really.  You type me

You type me, my name

I am Pron.


Still love weird quizzes….not sure why though?

But what on earth do they mean, really?  The internet ones just seem to give us back what we want to hear.  The quiz needs to capture more than just my own-self-imagining….to be real, that is.  But do I really want that?

I guess I could make up my own quiz as to how self-deceiving I am.  And I suppose I would make it so I would fail.  That makes doing these other quizzes more, well, palatable.  Even if unbelievable.  But I keep doing them anyway.

Heck, what strange fun we have….


Hold Me

“I am ready,” and I press my face into the sheets.  “Sit up for me, let me run my hands over your arms, your breasts.”

I obey, silently lifting myself from the pillow.  “Take me,” I whisper.

She cups my breasts, still raw after being waxed, “So smooth,” she says.  “Thank you,” she adds.

Gently, now, ever so gently, she pushes me back down onto the bed.  She knew my body better than I knew it myself.  I feel a finger inside me, probing, ever so slowly, and as I relax she tugs up on the inside of me.  “Am I big enough for you?” she asks.  But that does not matter to me at all.

I sigh so quietly that even she cannot hear it.  “Hold me,” I say.

Slightly put off her rhythm, by my talking, she says, “What?”

“Hold me.  Love me!”

My entire body hungers for her.  Love me, hold me, protect me.  Let this embrace last forever!

Urgently now, I whisper just that little bit more loudly, “Own me, take me, and take me completely!”

For I am yours!


The best part….

Anticipation is a strange thing.

Ahead of any kind of it, I feel a kind of fear, longing, and desire all mixed up.

But the strangest thing is that the thing I like best is explaining my desires.

Once it starts, my ideas just dribble away….and I am left in a strange kind of delirium.

Afterwards, I just feel like I float away….I feel utterly invincible.