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I'll Be The Greatest Fan of Your Life  Sasha sat upon the blood red velvet of the chaise, her shapely legs crossed at the knee. He couldn't help but notice her defined calves and the shape of their curve fine tuned because of the sexy high heels as one dangled upon her foot. Sasha's twinkle eyes and charming smile made her utterly irresistible. Even more so, was the sheer genuine humbleness she displayed. Sasha was absolutely like honey to a bee and he was determined.. Feminine, yet with a tom boyish country tinge. Her voice was polished , but by her use of vocabulary, intelligence was her edge. He realized instantly that most men would be made insecure and feel talked down upon. Although, his intuition screamed at him that Sasha was not intending for intelligence to dismantle their masculinity. There was no hidden agenda, but he was sure it had caused Sasha pain. He interrupted her small talk, "Have many men tried to ear you down and demean your worth so you do not outsmart them or in response to being outsmarted?" Sasha sat back , Her deliberately, well thought out answer made his cock hard and he shoved that thought aside,, hoping i would quell his hard on. "I would say, almost all of them, Sir" her dark eyes looked up and stared deep into his to convey their honesty. "I would think so ,since you made me feel inferior for a moment. It is not a comfortable place to be for a dominant man. He must rise to superiority without losing humility. He must not get in a fight with himself in an attempt to prove his manliness. Yes, ma'am, I believe you have endured enough." He smiled as he spoke his epiphany about Sasha "Today is where that ends for you my lovely" He kissed her cheek and then forehead. "For, I will show you that domination can build you up, not tear you down" Song for this post I'll Be - Edwin McCain . |
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The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their depth And tell me that we belong together And dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above And I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love's suicide And I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life And rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed And you're my survival, you're my livin' proof My love is alive and not dead And tell me that we belong together And dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above And I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love's suicide And I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life And I dropped out, I burned up I fought my way back from the dead Tuned in and turned on Remembered the thing that you, you said And I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love's suicide And I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love's suicide And I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life The greatest fan of your life
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I love that air of self-understanding that Sasha possesses. 
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mesmerizing photo, hard to look away, so very lovely
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