Please meet Grayson
You see me as you want; in the most convenient expression: dork, nerd, geek, dweeb, techie, weirdo, trekkie, freak.
But I know my own mind. I know my ability. I know how to treat others. And I know how to get what I want.
The problem with you is all you are capable of seeing is the outer, public shell of the tall, lanky computer programmer who has no use for fashion or sunshine. You can’t see passed the public persona of “yes ma’am, no ma’am” manners, the slouched posture, or the quiet demeanor. You see only the outer-most portion of me.
What makes me who I am are the things you will never see, the things only given to the worthy, the things that will make you blush. I am the Master of my world and the Master of those surrounding me. I say who, when, where, what, and how long. I can make you feel things you never knew existed. I can make you want things you believe are wrong. I can turn your world on its axis and enjoy it.
If you weren’t so vapid and shallow, you could enter my world. But you are, so you won’t and never will understand how an earth-shattering, soul-scattering orgasm from me could ruin you for other men and keep you coming back for more.
Let me know what you think. As always, happy reading!