There are two types of men in the world, just like there are two types of masculine energy in the universe.
And we all know both types.
One knows his shit. He knows exactly where to touch, where to stroke, when to stop and leave you panting, wanting more.
His energy alone both excites you to the edge of the world, and scares the hell out of you.
He's intense. Demanding. He requires you to be at your absolute best; and you'll gladly obey his every whim, because you know that when you do, he'll ALWAYS deliver the absolute unimaginable pleasure.
His words leave you breathless. His energy and presence alone gives you thrills.
He's never in a rush. He commands time, space, himself, and his world with SUCH precision it's drool-worthy.
He pins you down, blindfolds you, tests your trust in him, and yourself, all the time.
And when you trust him. When you don't question him. When you submit to him. When you do exactly what he commands, when he commands..
Your life is an endless source of pleasure and play, beyond what you ever could have wished for.
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Then there's the other guy
The one that wants REALLY hard to be THAT GUY.
But the energy, the presence, the power, and that wet-your-pants precision - it's just not there
His touch feels OK.
His idea of play is OK.
Kinda uninspiring and dry, but, you know, OK.
He kinda pins you down if you deliberately ask him to, but it just makes you roll your eyes.
He doesn't know what you like.
He doesn't know how to push your buttons.
He doesn't know how to drive you crazy.
Ok, who the fuck am I kidding?
It's boring as FUCK.
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And you're still surrendering to that guy, who can't deliver.
I mean, you can't SUBMIT to him. There's nothing to submit to But you kinda surrender in hopes of him someday getting his shit together.
And he doesn't.
So you take the reins. Even when you don't really WANT them.
And your life is boring.
The end.
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Both of these masculine wonders are in your life right now.
The first one is your High Masculine.
The other one is your ”intuition”. That wimpy fucker you’ve been told is a good thing, has good intentions, but really, just doesn’t Know what the fuck he’s doing.
And you're in bed with the wimpy guy.
Now take a gander - which one is going to deliver you the life you want?