Manhandle Her

She’s not a porcelain doll.  She won’t break that easily.  You’d be surprised how rough you can be with her and still see that impish smile in her eyes.

Manhandle her.  Mental fortitude is attractive, but sometimes she needs to feel your physical strength, too.


Femininity is Greater than Feminism

If you wear torn jeans and a sloppy sweatshirt, you’ll find very few men will hold a door for you.

But if you put on a dress, heels, and a pearl necklace, men will fall over themselves to hold that same door.

There is great power in femininity.  Feminine women have shaped empires, influenced world leaders, and helped to make the world a better place.  Feminism has contributed nothing of value to modern society and women are unhappier than they have ever been because of it.

Femininity is more powerful than feminism.  Always has been, always will be.


Wouldn’t it be nice to have no rights for an entire weekend?

For an entire weekend, you can’t speak unless spoken to, you get punished when you talk back, and don’t even dream of leaving the house without permission.

Deep inside a girl’s womb, she wants to know what it’s like to be a slavegirl with absolutely no rights.  

Suggest it to your man.  Social programming has told him it’s a terrible idea, but if you push him until he accepts, you’ll find that you both have an incredible weekend.


Malcolm X

“The worst enemy that the Negro have is this white man that runs around here drooling at the mouth professing to love Negros and calling himself a liberal, and it is following these white liberals that has perpetuated problems that Negros have. If the Negro wasn’t taken, tricked or deceived by the white liberal, then Negros would get together and solve our own problems. I only cite these things to show you that in America, the history of the white liberal has been nothing but a series of trickery designed to make Negros think that the white liberal was going to solve our problems.”

-Malcolm X

In other words, “dear white liberal intersectionalists: Blacks knew about your deceit 55 years ago.”

Play the Game

Don’t touch her.

She wants you to, but don’t.

Tease her mind.  Play with her emotions.  Make her soul malleable and soft.  Twist her spirit into something pliable and tender.

But don’t touch her.  Let it build.

Dominate her with your words.  Conquer her with your intellect.  Tease her for hours with stories of how you’re going to destroy her, then remind her how naughty she is for getting aroused at the disgusting, terrible things you’re telling her.

But don’t touch her yet.

Toy with her mind.  Hypnotize her.  Bend her psyche.  Cast yourself as the villain in her ultimate sexual fantasy until she feels helpless, vulnerable, even frightened by the sheer weight of sexual energy pulsing between the two of you.

Then, when she’s shifting from side to side to keep herself from leaking onto her pretty little skirt, softly whisper to her, “if you want it, you have to beg, little girl.”

And when she drops to her knees and sobs for the only cock she worships, pin her down, violate her, defile her.  Make her wish she had never begged at all.

Sex isn’t a single act.  It’s a game.  It’s a dance.  It’s a long-drawn out affair that takes hours and hours of mental torture to get her to want you, to need you inside her.

Play the game.  Play it right …

… and watch the magic happen.


Don’t You Wish Men Would Say Things Like …

“Shh, sweetheart.  The men are talking.”

“Excuse me, don’t interrupt me when I’m talking.”

“Aww, you’re adorable!  You have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“No, it’s not that I didn’t hear you, it’s that I make the decisions, not you.”

“Watch your tone, young lady.”