It Is Those Eyes. The Way She Looks At Me. The Way She Looks FOR Me. Her Pupils Bleeding With Intention

“It is those eyes. The way she looks at me. The way she looks FOR me. Her pupils bleeding with intention and yearning, glazed over with a maddening desperation.

It is that mouth. The way she curls her lips. The way she smirks from ear to ear, the corners of her mouth oozing with need and fervor.

The way she turns me on from the sight of her body wriggling and writhing as she grows in her feelings of pushing temptation towards me. Every movement a tease. Every glance an invitation.

This is where she forces the gentleman from my persona and calls out the uncaged beast. I will not be gentle with her. She is aware. She is excited. I will hurt her. She is eager. She is ready.

These are the sessions of primal urge and necessity. I fuck her. Hard. I do not make love to her. That man is away while the wolf now plays.

She is used. Pawed at. Spread apart. Gripped. Twisted. Arched and bent. Pulled on. Thrown around. Treated like an object. She is there to serve a purpose. It is not about her. At all.

In these moments I am here to destroy and ravage her beautiful body until I am satisfied and drained. An animalistic encounter where one of us is a slave to the others power and demand.

In these moments, the end result is a broken woman left in a heap on the bed, or floor, or table. Left in a numbing pain and pleasure cocktail. Covered in sweat, juices and marks. Filled with cum, purpose and fulfillment.

She needs these moments just as badly as I do. Sometimes more so. These moments are not for you to understand or agree with. They are for us to enjoy and to cherish.”

- Master Knox

“Suns out, buns out pretty baby. Go ahead and let them see what they can’t have. If they only knew what I’m going to do to that little body when we get to where we’re going, their spirit would need a shower in holy water.”

- Master Knox

“Polka dot appreciation post. Get you some. Daddy likes that shit.”

- Master Knox

“Your reactions are what feed my hunger. As you grow satisfied, my fire only burns hotter.”

- Master Knox

“Add the darkness of night with the subtle glow of the moon to the showers raining down, tapping and dripping their tune.

It is pluviophile perfection.”

- Master Knox

“I very rarely share personal details of my family life on the internet but….a little while ago my 5 year old told me very matter of factly “Dad, you are the strongest-est man I ever met in my whole life, in the whole world, ever. I hope when I’m a huge adult I get that strong and be just like you.” Not long after, my 18 month old is fast asleep on my chest, as soft music plays, he grabs and squeezes my shirt in his tiny hand and smiles whenever a new song starts. What amazing reminders of how the littlest things in life are truly the biggest things in life, and they are of far greater value than money and things. Priceless moments happen without notice, without warning and can never be recaptured. Cherish the things that matter most. Refocus your perspective when needed. See your own riches.”

- Master Knox