…he had the most beautiful, intelligent, and successful women. He’d snap his fingers, and they’d come running. He’ll tell them “Howl at the moon,” and they’d it. “Now get on all fours!,” and they do that too. All the men in this elite socialite circle looked at him in awe. They desperately wanted to know his secret. They wanted in on his game. There was no secret. He was just a man like them. It was a numbers game. The more pretty, intelligent, and successful women you talk to, the more likely you’d find a total submissive in the group. But then again, they would of known that, if any of them, were, A Man Like Him.

Opening lines to: A Man Like Him

by Cn

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