Betaization By A Thousand Concessions

I was always so careful about how I dealt with women. I would only touch them with a long wooden staff just like you would handle a python. I knew they were snakes with sweet voices, nubile bodies, alluring personalities and quite intriguing as a conquest “his majesty below” would never mind ramming in. That notwithstanding, I held my stand to pass through them like a WRC champion, only leaving dust and a whole lot of soreness from the nights of painful pleasure. I was a beast that had no visible weakness. I guarded my heart, mind and soul against these beautiful creatures of woe and deception knowing fully well that, if they got through to me, I would be done for. And sadly, they did at some point but we are not there yet in the story. Truth be told, I enjoyed the play. I got high on the pain and their begging for more. Almost becoming a sadist for it but then there would be no coming back had I trod down that road. Instead, I decided to try nice. It had been drummed into me, that even bad boys get the one girl who changes them for the better. They would love them to death. Literally. It is said that if you look for something hard enough, you sure will get it.