Straight Female / 36
Feeding The Hungry Lion, I Am His Dinner
I am fairly assertive, both professionally and personally. My love connections can be best described as non existent, short circuited. Well up until now.
I was told, not asked, to lay back and take it. Not by a man, by another woman. He's the lion, you're his dinner. I met him professionally. A conference in Barcelona, he was on the hunt, he had my smell in his nostrils. He was hungry, and I was his dinner. Surrendering was the most difficult thing I had done, he roared, took his prey in his claws, I laid back and he took it.
Against my better judgement, my self respect, my self worth I did what I had never done before. It fed his ego, fed his desire, fed the lion within him. As a consequence I am now his main meal, I waste time preconceiving what he's doing, he won't take any pushback, doesn't want conversation. Not until his hunger is satisfied.
He's the hungry lion, I'm his dinner.
I was told, not asked, to lay back and take it. Not by a man, by another woman. He's the lion, you're his dinner. I met him professionally. A conference in Barcelona, he was on the hunt, he had my smell in his nostrils. He was hungry, and I was his dinner. Surrendering was the most difficult thing I had done, he roared, took his prey in his claws, I laid back and he took it.
Against my better judgement, my self respect, my self worth I did what I had never done before. It fed his ego, fed his desire, fed the lion within him. As a consequence I am now his main meal, I waste time preconceiving what he's doing, he won't take any pushback, doesn't want conversation. Not until his hunger is satisfied.
He's the hungry lion, I'm his dinner.
