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“What’s so funny to you?” he said grumpily. “Your names. They’re all so pompous.” “You have a problem with our names now?” “No, it’s just funny to me that you would choose to name your boys after great emperors, kings, generals, and gods.” “Why is that funny? I turned to him and smiled. “Honestly, who does that?” “You would rather we gave our boys boring loser names?”
“A name has power – if you tell a wolf it’s a chicken it loses strength.”
“We honor our boys by naming them after great men because it’s a reminder that those great men were once boys too. Every boy has a destiny, and for some of these boys it could be to grow up and rule the world.”
“No, Christina, you’re wrong. What you have aren’t men. They’re a gender-neutral group of pussies who’re afraid of standing up to the women, and they’re just waiting for the right man to come along and spark their flame. Trust me, men will take back power, it’s just a matter of time.”
“Those are horrible words.” “Yet, they’re just words.” “Words hold power,” I argued. “True, but only the power you give them.” He moved even closer and was in my personal space now. “Please, try to adapt, Christina. Don’t give away your power so easily.”
Submit’, his brother whispered in my ear, squeezing my nipple in painful pleasure. Spreading my thighs, I signaled that I wasn’t going to fight them any longer. I was in their power and I wanted to be.
If you're going to write a fictional sex scene, it should be less tacky than this one. This is a shit description of a submissive scene.
I was doomed and I knew it. There was no way I could let this beautiful woman leave me. My heart had already decided that she was mine and I was hers.
“Thank fuck that I was born a free man.” Khan looked thoughtful. “Yeah… now all we have to do is liberate all the other men.” “You think we can make them real men again?” I asked. “Maybe not, but hopefully we can work on raising the next generation to be more masculine.” “I like the sound of that,” I said and raised my arms. “And talking about less feminine, how about I kick your ass a little to get you into shape? I think you’re starting to get man boobs.”
How do I balance the intensity of this duality? The light and the dark The love and the hate The inspiration and the ignorance.