Where there are wolf's ears...
Wolf's teeth are near...
I am an adventurer in search of a sensual experience. A commissar in charge of providing physical gratification and pleasure to the worthy,and to restrain, punish and discipline the unworthy.
I believe there is nothing more exquisite than a spanked, glowing, red bottom, and the sight of tears (with a mixture of mascara and eye shadow) rolling down both cheeks. Perhaps, if I was feeling a bit tenderhearted, I would make a slow, gentle, circular motion around the inflamed ass cheeks with an icecube.
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My Ideal Person:
An individual with no inhibitions that has an appetite for the unusual. An individual who is undaunted by someone who has the upper hand.
An individual that craves the combination of pain and pleasure from anal penetration or a substantial spanking.
A person that ponders (much like I ponder) why mask and masochism, or carnage and carnal are listed next to each other in the dictionary.
An individual that does not mind if their ass is lit up like the 4th of July.
An individual that is not looking for a kind, caring, intelligent gentleman. I have read too many profiles with that listed. This is not pleasure..this is torment.
Too much Drama in profiles...about what I need...need...need...come on validate me. Too harsh...I don't think so..whine about this, and bitch about that.
I just grow weary of all this...it just makes me rant, rave, and ramble on..like one of the blogs on some sites...
If I read another question about rimming, anal sex, best way to shave your genitals...in the advice section...I believe I may begin to question my sanity.
Oh...and don't even ask me about blogs...one of the questions posted today on a site.. was what is your definition of bitch, as in the noun bitch.
Well, all this stuff makes me want to use the verb version or "to bitch" to complain, or the adjective "bitchy". No, don't get excited...I don't think anybody's a bitch...and there will be no name calling.
This is not the Wizard of Oz, the Garden of Eden, the Summer of love, and we are not in Kansas anymore.
This is torment, enslavement...the whole nine yards.
Excuse me, but I think I may have to be sedated if I have to endure another day of this...
HARSH...HARSH...HARSH...
Well, now that I have your attention, I will tell you a little secret...I really am a nice guy...looking to enslave...be enslaved...whatever...it just doesn't matter anymore. Want to be submissive...feeling dominant...want some humiliation, dirty talk, verbal abuse etc...fine with me. Just place your order, and it will be prepared, and delivered to your table however you like...rare...medium...well done...whatever.
(for entertainment purposes only...a fictional character....standing on broken glass....
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