Are men just puppets with a cock?
Most men view their cock as something that brings us great pleasure, and it most certainly does. A lot of males also view their penis as a weapon of conquest, a sword, a source of strength, a dominator.
But isn't the cock really the weak link in our maleness? Sure, we have our role as the "stronger" sex, as the ones that are usually taller and physically more powerful, the protectors and providers, the ones that can impregnate women and thus propagate the species.
But who are we fooling? Are we truly in charge? Or is it really women who are in charge?
Women decide who's lucky enough to make out with them. Women can excite us at will, get to us in a myriad ways, tease us until we're crazy with lust and desire and agree to anything, use us in any way they please, bind us, and have us at their beck and call and wrapped around their fingers. Don't they, really, have all the power?
The older I get, the more I view males as puppets with a penis that gets hard and sticks out, yearning for attention and seeking propagation, not because we want or command it, but because a female snaps her little finger, wiggles her hips, butt or boobs, or because some desire or fetish inside us makes us hard. We can't control the penis. It's women who control the penis. And the penis controls us.
Think of it. We lust after women. We need them and want them. We commit to women. Some even pay women to give us relief. But it's women who decide whether they indulge us, at their pleasure, for entertainment, for material gain, and whether they'll have us short term or permanently.
We men are slaves to our cocks. Puppets ruled by a little tube that sticks out from our bodies, for women to manipulate.
How do you see that? Do you feel the same? If so, is it a good or a bad thing?
But isn't the cock really the weak link in our maleness? Sure, we have our role as the "stronger" sex, as the ones that are usually taller and physically more powerful, the protectors and providers, the ones that can impregnate women and thus propagate the species.
But who are we fooling? Are we truly in charge? Or is it really women who are in charge?
Women decide who's lucky enough to make out with them. Women can excite us at will, get to us in a myriad ways, tease us until we're crazy with lust and desire and agree to anything, use us in any way they please, bind us, and have us at their beck and call and wrapped around their fingers. Don't they, really, have all the power?
The older I get, the more I view males as puppets with a penis that gets hard and sticks out, yearning for attention and seeking propagation, not because we want or command it, but because a female snaps her little finger, wiggles her hips, butt or boobs, or because some desire or fetish inside us makes us hard. We can't control the penis. It's women who control the penis. And the penis controls us.
Think of it. We lust after women. We need them and want them. We commit to women. Some even pay women to give us relief. But it's women who decide whether they indulge us, at their pleasure, for entertainment, for material gain, and whether they'll have us short term or permanently.
We men are slaves to our cocks. Puppets ruled by a little tube that sticks out from our bodies, for women to manipulate.
How do you see that? Do you feel the same? If so, is it a good or a bad thing?
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