He’s not your type.

He’s too old, too young, too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too hairy, too smooth. He has no job, or he works too much. He’s too masc; he’s too fem. He stinks to high heaven, he’s doused himself in cologne. He has a dog, or a cat, or a bird, or a snake; a lizard, a tarantula, a ferret, a rat. His hair is too long. He’s bald. He’s too quiet, he speaks with an accent, he talks with his hands, he has two left feet. He can’t host. He can’t travel. He’s surrounded by friends, by bros, by hoes, by foes. He’s alone.

But he sees you.

When God turns His eye to you, what face will you show him? What name will you give?

He’s not your type.

Are you His?

One Reply to “Submission”

  1. I don’t know what you’re talking about, ALL those men are absolutely my type. :p

    To paraphrase…”Give me your hairy, your large, Your chubby papa bears yearning to cum free, The horny lechers of your teeming shore. Send these, the cumless, passion-tossed to me, I open my maw before the libidinous stalk!”

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