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Often times, I don't get to experience what it feels like to have to deal with a brat in person, but when I do - it's absolutely adorable.

The kind of brat who's bossy outside of the bedroom stuff, knows what she wants to eat, what she wants to wear and above all - what she wants to do that day.
The kind of brat that knows that if you decide to pull her pants down and spank her ass cheeks until they show a few different colours, lick her holes or stuff digits or items up said holes; nothing's going to stop you and the only thing left to do is protest and maybe try and milk more of that attention.
The kind of brat that will melt in your arms like butter after a while, not knowing what to say or do anymore without your say or guidance. An absolute cutie who after fighting you for control over her, the challenge and the snarky remarks while you're fidgeting with her orifices..

I got to feel these types of brats, three times in a row. Three different women, three different personalities and all of them - melted butter and just clung onto me to call me daddy and beg for more attention.
I've choked, I've spanked, I've lifted one up and manhandled her like she was nothing (She was ridiculously petite.) I've fingered, edged, pulled onto their hair and made one need help being moved to the bathroom.

There's something intriguing about it, about how the fight they have in them slowly disappears and gets replaced with a need to be used, abused and have their hips, shoulders, thighs, breasts or ass grabbed onto while being fucked so hard that the echoes in the room or the living room floor just gets filled up with moans, cries and the sound of flesh being hit.
I like that.

I do miss toying with someone's mind though, to drive them mad and horny to the point where all they are is much like being a deer in the headlights, knowing nothing more than what's in front of them. Be it a cock in front of their face, seeing their own faces while they get manhandled from behind and used like a stress relief and fleshlight. I miss the sounds, I miss the moans, I miss the begs for more.

I do try and abstain from it now, though much as I try - there's plenty of lovely women that make me have improper thoughts. I mean, having those thoughts and acting on them - two different stories.