Another Saturday night, another pathetic lineup of 'alpha males' filling up my DMs with dick pics and promises of stamina. It’s boring. I’m not looking for a hard cock that cums in two minutes; I’m looking for a mind I can crush. If you think flexing your muscles in the mirror makes you a man, you’re just a child playing dress-up. Real power is when I sit on your face and you realize you can’t breathe—and you thank me for it. I want to see the fear in your eyes when you realize your strength is useless against my weight and my will. Don't bother messaging unless you're ready to be treated like the disposable little toy you are. I’m in the mood to ruin someone tonight.