I love to grab at your cheeks as I slide into you. It’s a small symbolic gesture caused though instincts that are beyond my control. It’s the first display of the strength and the power that you evoke within me. The primal urges that surge through my veins as I feel your body stretch around me. That very feeing that flicks the switch inside me, changing my normally good natured side and morphs me into a predatory beast that has only one desire, and that is to ravage your body. There is something about being inside you that makes me want to dominate you, like it’s a challenge that I must win. It’s like I must grab at you, hold you, pin you down and make you feel every inch of me, as if I need to show you who is the boss here. And through ragged panting breaths and with a steely glint in my eye, I lower my mouth to your ear and whisper gruffly, “mine”.