I enjoy the sea, the sand the cool breezes of a summer night. I love the allure of the written word, the seduction of song and the respectful dominance of a real man.
But there is the secret side of me, the side that no one knows and I rarely speak about . . . except here. The part of me that craves the helplessness of light bondage, the desire to please and the burning need to feel pleasure/pain at the hands of man who hardens at the sound of a whimper.
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My Ideal Person:
An older man, a man who knows his way around the female body. A man who whispers in my ear as he takes me to my limits and beyond. A man who treats me like his Queen . . . and his favourite toy.
"With tenderness you hurt me, with cruelty you soothe me. With respect you dominate me, with your dominance you show me respect. You take my hand and lead me to the edge, without threat or seduction, the choice being mine. And I, with trust and lust . . . step off . . . into the abyss of submission." I have been found, and seek no longer . . .
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