Okay, why is it so hard to find someone who "gets it"?
Never say never, no matter what your "type" of man may be...try redefining him in terms of how a person treats you and makes you feel...you may be pleasantly surprised that the man you're looking for comes in the package that he does...
Seems that this site must be full of women who don't want someone who is honest, a good listener, with the ability to work thru a problem without anger or malice towards her...Seems that the women here don't mind going thru one man after another, tacking another horror story onto their history because he turned out to be only for himself, and an agressive idiot who got his and left, knowing that he'd just find another gullible woman on here. So here's the question for those that fall for a man because of how you feel sexually the first time you see him...if you're looking for a "soulmate", isn't it obvious by now that you can't SEE his soul on the outside?
I won't judge your submissiveness and your inner self by what you look like, please don't judge my dominant nature and who I am by what I look like. A photo of your face would be nice to see, besides, I want to earn the right to see "all of you" by treating you with respect.
I don't wish to stifle the thought processes of my chosen one, communication is very important to me, how else can we flourish?...she needs to exercise her own mind, and not rely on mine totally to get thru the day. To find one with her own hobbies, likes/dislikes, and her own unique slant on the world would be a great thing in this man's life. I am a man who is thoughtful, a good listener, one who will NOT take an issue to bed, and I do what I can to make sure that both of us know where the other stands. I like auto racing, automotive model collecting, movies, live music, reading, and outdoors events of all kinds.
I like the quiet moments with my woman, I don't need a crowd around me to be happy. Those times are special to me, to look inside and gain some sanity to this thing we call life, I wish to find someone who believes in this, too.
She will see a gentler kind of Dominant, not into giving great amounts of pain for it's own sake, but I DO listen to my mate and give her what she craves...you will find a listener who loves touching and sharing quiet moments together, not anger or aggression. There is great strength to be found in compassion and gentleness. Anyone can be an aggressive and thoughtless partner, and those kind make it hard for the submissive to see that there ARE those like me around.
I am very experienced in bondage of all kinds, I will tie my love tight and play with her for hours, enjoying the sight of her tied for my pleasure, however, this is not ALL that I am about. She will see that when she's this way, or whatever else we're doing, loving hands will be making sure that she derives as much from it as I do. I enjoy vibrator play, the toys will make her forget all else. Spanking/flogging/cropping are fun, breast torture is too. I am open to any and all of her fantasies/wishes/desires, negotiation and sharing of this life makes it all the sweeter. I have a side fetish of loving my lady to wear stockings/tights/pantyhose, how I love to run my hands over her legs while she's bound and wearing hose.
A little something that I have done:
The early summer air just warm enough at night to keep the windows slightly open wafts thru the screen into your bedroom...only the silken nightie adorns your body as you sleep on your stomach, left arm under you...the sudden dip of the bed, then weight on your lower back as you awaken, feeling a hand over your forehead, lifting your face as you open your mouth in surprise...the ball jams in between your teeth, you find yourself trying to spit it out as you writhe under someone as they grab your right hand, then reach under you roughly to pull your left out...as your hands come together at the small of your back, you get the ball dislodged, gasping for air, then letting out a small yelp as you feel your hair at the back of your head tightening as your head is lifted again..."DO NOT spit that out again!" he hisses into your ear as he once again pushes it in behind your teeth...he has an iron grip on your wrists as you feel the rope encircling them, very
tight as he cinches it between them...the weight moves slightly, still on your lower back as you feel his chest against your back, then the hood sliding down over your face, snuggling up against your cheeks...quickly lacing it at the back, it tightens against your chin, you try to push the ball out again but the hood prevents it..."up on your knees!" this command punctuated by a pinch on your inner thigh as you struggle to wiggle up onto your knees...an arm at your waist helps you comply, you feel the rope going around your waist, then savagely pulled between your lips and tied tightly at your middle...hands wiggling, fingers trying to reach the knots, to pull the crotch rope up to try to loosen it, you feel his hands suddenly on your asscheeks, moving up and down them as you squeal into the hood and try to move away...stiffening as his fingers find their way in between them, your breathing changes to ragged arousal as they rub your lips lightly,
index finger pushing inside of you, rotating for a minute as they move in and out...as he removes it, he traces a pattern on your ass, the dampness turning cool as the breeze finds it...the dildo, larger than you thought you could ever accept is slid inside you swiftly, so swiftly that you gasp, feet coming off the bed arched to their limit as you spasm inside...the weight moves off the bed, then seconds later you feel a hand on your forearm as he pulls you onto your side...grasping your ankles, he pulls until you're sitting on the edge of the bed, another rope tightening around your legs just below the knees..."we're going for a little ride...don't cause me any trouble and you'll find yourself safely back in bed before no time"...grabbing a breast, he hauls you up off the bed by pulling on it, another squeal at this assault escapes your gagged lips as he leads you out of the room...when you sense that you're at the front door, you begin to pull back,
knowing how you look, almost naked, tied, breasts flopping unfettered...you feel both of his hands on your breasts, he finds the nipples, taking each one harshly in between his fingers and pulling you out the door...stopping on the sidewalk, you hear a pickup's tailgate open, then you're moved against it, the edge of it cold on your lower back...grasping you under the armpits, he lifts you onto it, then pushes you back until you fall on your back, scooting to get away from his touch...the tailgate closes, you hear his voice next to you..."go ahead, sit up and attract attention...it's 3am, no one will see you"...he laughs as you moan in exasperation, gets into the cab and starts the truck...you start swaying on the bed of the truck as it moves out of the driveway and down the street, head reeling as you wonder where you're being taken.....
The ride takes about ten minutes, seems like hours to you as you lay bound and gagged, unable to do much more than struggle feebly in your bonds...the truck stops, you hear the door open and close, then quiet...you fidget a bit, knowing he's looking at you, then squeal in surprise as his fingertips brush your breast...Opening the tailgate, he grabs you by the ankles, pulling you towards the back of the bed on your back...reaching for your breasts again, he pulls harshly forcing you to struggle to sit up on the edge of the tailgate, legs dangling down...he laces his fingers into your fiery red tresses, pulling downward to tilt your head up, exposing your throat...fingertips move under the top of your nightgown, moving the material under each breast, then the feel of his lips on your neck, your collarbone, the valley between them...you stiffen, trying hard to not let him hear your moan of pleasure as his lips kiss your skin gently, but find it hard to keep
it inside...his tongue moves over your nipple, this gentle assault only makes them harder in the open air as he takes first one, then the other into his mouth and lightly sucks on each for a minute or two...The rope falls away from your knees, he reaches down and grasps your ankles, lifting to set them on the tailgate, spreading you wide open to his gaze...his fingers move up your shins from the tops of your feet, over your kneecaps and down your thighs...moving around to the back of them, he reverses his probing, fingertips raking along the skin as the goosebumps follow them...his hand pushes against your chest, willing you to lay down on your back, his hands move to your ankles again, spreading them even farther apart...you jump as you feel his tongue on your clit, licking rapidly, then slower, then quickly again, reaching in to rub his fingers over it, then batting it back and forth, then changing once again...your legs move closer together, lifting
your feet, you place your knees over his shoulders as he licks, heels digging into his back as if to push him farther in between your legs...cumming rapidly, he licks for a few minutes longer, then straightens up and steps back...
Seems like seconds since you started coming down when you feel your ankles grasped, again he pulls you towards the edge of the tailgate...reaching under your arms he lifts you squealing off the gate, setting you on your feet...you feel the dirt beneath them as he grabs a nipple in his hand, pulling you forward...you walk gingerly, loving the feel of the nipple being pulled yet apprehensive that you'll stumble...a different feeling under your feet, blanket material softens the ground as he stops you, pushing you to the ground...
Running his palms over your hardened nipples as he lays down beside you, you turn towards him as if to offer them to him...feeling the cold plastic of the dildo pushing against your opening, you lift your leg up to spread them farther as it slides easily into your wetness again...he doesn't hesitate, but quickly moves it in and out rapidly, watching as you race to another climax, moaning repeatedly thru the hood as each shock hits you...he watches as you squirm, smiling, then slowly pulls the toy out of you...You feel him grasp each ankle, lifting your legs skyward as he moves between them, guiding his cock into you slowly...with a rhythmic pounding he fucks your helpless body, reaching down to pull on your already tender breasts as he pistons into you, within minutes emptying into you...staying all the way inside of you for a minute, he slowly pulls back, enjoying the feel of you surrounding him...seeming like forever, you finally feel him stroking
your thigh, up and down your leg, inside the thigh, over your asscheeks with a gentleness that makes you feel drowsy...suddenly, he grabs you by the biceps and pulls you to a standing position once again...leaning against him as he pulls you close, his hands roaming your back slowly, again onto your asscheeks, under them as if to lift them, lightly squeezing...He leads you back to the truck, lifting you in once again, tying your ankles this time, and getting into the cab...Turning the key, he drives slowly out onto the pavement again...Up the sidewalk and stoop in front of your house, leading you to the bedroom and laying you down on your bed, onto your stomach...he fondles your ass, then loosens the ropes around your wrists..."keep your hands behind you" he whispers into your ear as he unties the hood's laces, slipping it off of your head as you lay face down...you're not sure exactly when he left, hearing nothing but the breeze coming thru the window
again...and suddenly you remember to take the ball out of your mouth...but you don't, it's too soon, and besides...he may come back for you...
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My Ideal Person:
She will know that she can come to me with her problems. She's not afraid to communicate her beliefs and wants with me, she will say what's on her mind and NOT what she thinks I want to hear...I will see the woman behind the words, as she should see the man behind HIS, and know that she has a say in this relationship.
Her submission is NOT a gift, it's not to be given away but to be offered to a man who will cherish her for it. Her inner beauty is also something that will be cherished as we mutually discover each other, communicating her desires, and I mine, will make us whole. I seek an "equal, yet not" partnership with one who can be spontaneous, loves to laugh, and can convey a feeling of caring with just a look or a simple touch.
Sound too good to be true? Write me, find out for yourself if you've just read the profile of a truly worthy man. Or, you can keep meeting those that are taking their agression out on you without a thought or care as to who you are, and risk getting hurt emotionally and physically until you're burned out from it. If it seems that this has come across as arrogant or snobbish, please understand that I am neither of those things, only bluntly honest in who and what I'm wishing for.
Do NOT write me if you have a penchant for not communicating, or weave a web of deceit and inconsideration in the hope that it will suffice as something you call honesty. I've just been thru that many times and have had enough of THAT kind of behavior, wishing to waste no more time on those that have no idea what it takes to maintain and nurture a close relationship. I know that this will chase off some, especially those who don't understand that honesty and straightforwardness are very special and very hard to find characteristics in the woman I'm looking for. But to the ones who agree with me, drop me a line, let's get acquainted, hmmm?
It would be refreshing to hear from a woman who truly believes what she writes, and writes about everything she's looking for. Say it like it is, describe yourself like you are. If you're "large", and put "athletic" or "slim" in your profile, and you're not, the moment we meet I'll know that you're capable of being dishonest to get what you want, and it's bye bye. Hell, I'm 52, I LOOK 52, I'm overweight, and bald (yet I have hair!)... All types and sizes of men and women in the world, ladies, don't overlook what truly defines the man, and I'm fairly certain that it's happened to each of you at least once.
You will not lack for love, for guidance, for contentment...you need only bring honesty, communicating skills, and a passion for being the light of my life with you...you will be mine, and I yours...
I'm looking for a friend first, but the pace will be determined by both of us if we connect. We'll talk, laugh, and get to know the person inside each other, and if it doesn't appear to have the tools to make it click, we can part knowing we at least gave it a try. Long lasting relationships are just that because they've taken the time to get to know someone, not just fall in "lust" with a pretty face.
She must have a work ethic, take care of herself as far as cleanliness, and carry herself with a bit of pride. It doesn't matter to this man what she looks like, insides are what I seek.
She will find a loving, considerate, and caring partner. Please come to me with the wish of being a best friend, to be cared for, protected, and loved.
So...what will you do? Fall in "lust" with another man who trips your physical buttons right away, only to find that he's an abuser, a user, and wants only to notch his gun with your emotional wellbeing as the target? Or will you finally decide that it's time for you to look, really look, at a man who has so much more to offer than just the physical?
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