What are you going to do, presented with the choice?
For a man, there is no decision;
He approaches the wall;
He closes his eyes;
And he enjoys her moist, practiced mouth.
Think you're a man?
What's that feeling?
The weakness in your knees;
The urge to turn to the right, not the left;
The desire to serve, not be serviced.
The saliva forming in your mouth.
You pretend to be a man;
You pretend to want a woman;
You pretend to be straight;
You pretend so many things.
But in the end, you're just like her;
On your knees, mouth open;
Hungry for cock.
Adapted from, and all credit to Sissy Humiliation: Whatcha Gonna Do?: