When It Comes To Men I Have Always Had One Type Of Man In Mind

I have a feeling that the beta male thing is coming to an end. I was never one that found any interested in a beta male. From the time I was little I was always attracted to alpha males, to sit in their lap, to have them tell me I was pretty. I was ten and I was in the kitchen fixing them an ice tea or something. I learned to bake from my grandmother and I baked cookies and cakes for the on again off again boyfriends of my mother. I sat in his lap when I was fifteen and felt his hard dick under me. You never forget that feeling.

I went to college at a small liberal arts school, and graduated with a degree in Fine Arts. I have always had an eye for it, and I enjoy expressing myself on canvas. For a long time I painted copies of famous paintings, I convinced myself that I was improving my skills. But at a party with some of my friends, all girls. There was pencil and paper and I was pushed into making a sketch of each girl's pussy. It was my first sojourn into that, I took my time and drew a pussy that was open and wanting. I had that vision in my mind's eye, whether it was what she was showing or not. The girls were embarrassed, but they took their pencil sketch home with them.

I was in my last semester at college when I met a guy named Alex. Alex was a big guy, played rugby and soccer. His dick was bigger than my hand and to me he was thick. I drew a pencil sketch of his erection that I've kept in my drawer under my underwear. Girl, you can really get yourself off to that memory.

I met a man at work after graduation. He was a jerk, an asshole, was always feeling up girls. He had a reputation and I was told about him, keep myself with a desk or table between us if I found myself alone in a room with him. I ended up over the table, with my pants down around my ankles and his dick up my tender vagina. He pumped himself dry in me, and I stood wet and dripping. His dick was wet and at half mast when I reached for a tissue to wipe his dick clean, and then wiped my pussy.

I can't help it. I'm a sissy around him. I hurry to please him, I fold his napkin when he gets up from the table, I will serve his plate a dinner party, I love to sit in his lap and feel his dick under me. For a little while I got into porn, but that didn't last very long. I would rather sketch his dick, in my vagina. It's a mental picture I render into a 'reality'. He thinks I'm 'stu pid'. I may be, I don't know. I'm certainly stu pid around him.

He's an Alpha, an A Grade Ass Hole, and he's the Ass Hole the women at work do what he tells them to. Sure they complain, sure they bitch about it, sure they call me a sell out and all those other expressions meant to embarrass me. But when he snaps his fingers, they fall into line. And I'm the queen bee and that's what really angers them. Why did he choose me, and not one of them?