You are right where I want you to be, close enough to feel my presence, but not allowing it to touch you. From this point of view, I provoke you with the throbbing veins of my neck, making you look at. And just watch. I let you admire my arms, with my veins completely swollen and congested, each bend reminding you who is in control. Then I climb on top of you, bringing my body even closer, my veins filling your view as I dominate the space above you. This is pure denial, visual temptation and absolute control dominance in point of view made for lovers of veins.