All of the above. Only way to go, as far as I'm concerned. Whoever is the passive one, it is so nice to just spend forever brushin' out their hair, or workin' an oil into them. My mentor is so damn beautiful and perfect, it's like goin' over the best statue ever made. The mullethead is so. . .different. 'It' was a acquired taste. I mean I really prefer chicks, but the mullethead is kinda. . .well, it looks like a sausage casin' when dressed. It's underweight, very well defined, has one Hell of a strength-weight ratio, and might as well be a sausage casin' that lost its sausage, but hey! It works.
Neither one of 'em spontaneously turn me on, but they know how to turn me on. My mentor originally really stunned me the first time. He told me he wouldn't hurt me in the slightest, and he told the truth. In fact he had me screamin' for him to get in me after a little while, and there ain't no way in Hell I'd admit to what he did to me to get me to that state, but when he took me; it felt so good I thought I died or somethin' and went to Tir na nOg.
It made me glad I was open minded and compromisin'. Otherwise, oh what I would have missed. . .over, and over again.
So cool to focus 110% on the passive party, or to be focused on all the way by one or both. To be able to show your appreciation of the other in every way, and vice versa. Slow, delicate, to envelop, be enveloped, play all roles, protect, surrender, ravish so gently. . .drive or be driven beyond the beyond. . .
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Slán!
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