When she’s armed up and ready to fight, she’s the best, most intoxicating kind of challenge. But when she’s soft and delighted and lets that armour slip, she’s dangerous, because she’s irresistible. I’m so tempted to wrap my hand around my cock and take the edge off, but I deny myself. Because the edge is what makes me me. It makes me hungry, and determined, and relentless. Ergo, it makes me far more likely to get what I want. And I know what I want.
