Dangerous

“Caution: HOT” “Be careful, that will hurt you!” “Warning: Dangerous Curves Ahead”

All of the above are signs that we take for granted.  They are designed to warn us when we find ourselves in situations that are “dangerous”.  Situations which could cause permanent damage or even temporary pain.  These signs surround us everywhere we look … except where you probably need them the most.

Occasionally men forget exactly who the predators are in the species.  I think some men have become complacent and they forget that a woman is the most dangerous creature of all … Now, I’m not talking about physically dangerous (although there are some Femdoms out there who would argue the point and could possibly represent a physical threat … I’m not one of those women so I’m trying to keep this from a personal experience) but in every other way.

Physically, we can be dangerous with our bodies … teasing and tormenting you with hints of flesh, peeked at from between the hem of a shirt and the waist of a good pair of jeans.  The curvaceous swell of a fully defined feminine form has been known to bring many a man (and a sissy!) to their knees, for the want of just being able to worship her body.

Sexually we are dangerous because we’ve taken the time to study you … to learn about what makes your body jump and twitch.  A woman who knows her man can tease him to tears and giggle as he begs for release … purring in his ear of how good it “could have been”.

Mentally … well that one is hard to define, isn’t it?  I certainly don’t want to give the impression that women are smarter than men because that’s simply not the case.  But men are typically very logical in their thought process … whereas women are more creative … and we can use that creativity against you in a variety of ways.  Certainly you’ve been on the receiving end of a woman’s ingenious inspiration to tie your arms above your head and use her mouth to lick a stream of honey from your sternum to the edge of your hip?  Lapping over and over again, like a kitten with a bowl of milk until your hips jerk up of their own accord?

And yet, women don’t come with a warning sign … perhaps we should?