You know me well enough now, you know I love b oys. All boys — I’m guy crazy, always have been, and I’m GOOD at men–I call it girl magic, and mine’s so strong I haven’t yet met a gentleman I couldn’t easily overpower with a smile and a shackle. CEO of a multi-billion-dollar software company? No problem. Professional bodybuilder three times my size? I’ll make him weak. But my favorite boys to mesmerize are the one who “warn” me they have big penises, like after everything you know I can do, somehow, my evil flirt magic will evaporate when faced with a big dick. (Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate it, but a male is a male is a male.) And if I’ve learned nothing else, the bigger they are, the easier they bust…
