The following is an edited version of my original profile. I had done a completely new profile, which I put in another blog, but I really didn’t like it. This represents more clearly who and what I am: basically silly and annoying and lazy. And a slut. But the other one was pretty explicit about the slut thing too. The 2 profiles will attract different types of men, and perhaps that’s the point. I like different types of men. Perhaps, I didn’t give the new one enough of a chance – it would definitely have weeded out the pretenders, but it just wasn’t me. Plus, as a few people pointed out.. if you can’t be bothered reading this cuz it’s too long, then fuck it. Don’t. But one thing I did notice.. On both profiles, I’ve been getting lots of mail from people from weird places like Louisiana and the Barbados and New Jersey. Have I really fucked every man in NY? Ok, i've already gotten a few responses that said no, i did miss a few. So, let me elaborate. Cuz, that's exactly what this profile needs. More elaboration. I'm not intersted in switches, bis, newbies, or explorers. i'm not interested in men who promise to "fulfill my every desire." (guess what? you're not a Dom.) i'm not interested in men who love giving oral sex, and licking pussy is the only thing they fanatsize about. i know you're really really good at it, and you have this great technique, but feh. i'm not intersted in men who want me to put on a strap-on and fuck them. i'm not interested in men who want to top me to top them. doesn't work for me. i'm interested in experienced good, secure men who can handle a nasty cunt like me, who can treat her the way she needs to be treated, who likes to use and abuse their fuckpig. Most men don't. Very, very, very few men do.
This profile is ridiculously long and repetitive. If you don’t feel like reading it, skip it. The few times I’ve come across a profile that wasn’t even as long as mine, I just said, oh, forget it, I’m not reading this. You would think I would shorten my profile just based on that observation. Nope. I've actually even added a whole bunch of stuff. So, be forewarned and no nasty emails please. Please skip to the next profile, watch some porn, whatever you do is fine with me.
i am a slut. a 3-hole slut. a whore. I am a pleasure -seeker as we all are. i just never ever had a problem giving in to my desires. i don't have that thing that most people have that says you're not supposed to be doing that... i know it has something to do with respect.. respect for myself or your respect or something like that, but i never understood why denying myself would indicate respect or why i should care what anybody else thought. and i'm kind of brilliant, so i guess i'm missing something. don't get me wrong - yes, i do have standards (I really don’t. I like to pretend.) but Manhattan’s a huge town. it's one of the reasons i can't move to my favorite country.. too small. (And it’s not the Vatican as somebody guessed. The Vatican? That famous bastion, known for its erotica and depravity? That Vatican??? No, my favorite country is the Mediterranean one, the one full of hot, aggressive men, who know how to enjoy life.
My goal is to experience every emotion, to feel every sensation a human being is capable of experiencing. and i will. There are 3 useless emotions that i will not give in to: shame of who and what i am, regret over the past, worry about the future. They're silly emotions that stop us from living and enjoying life, and if there's one thing i can't be accused of, it's not enjoying life. My favorite word is more. Actually that's all i really want is more. I also want to become the best possible slut i can be, and that i need your help with. That’s really my only desire – to be a good slut for you, to please and to serve, to make you happy and proud.
Aside from my sexual likes (sucking cock, hair-pulling, moderate pain, clamps, bondage, skull-fucking, whipping, caning, sucking cock, verbal humiliation, spitting, anything anal, objectification, eye contact restriction, being a good girl for you, fisting - ass and pussy, mind-melding (yes, that is from a star trek episode, BUT at its best, bDsm play is just that- a sharing of an energy – where it’s just the 2 of you in each other’s minds) ., sucking cock, dildoes (the bigger the better) vibrators, voice restriction, face-slapping, intense cock worship, praise/punishment, protocols, body decoration, orgasm control/denial) (i guess besides the physical sensations, the main emotional component i crave is objectification). Although i am kind of strong-willed in real-life, i have a burning desire to serve and to please. i am profoundly submissive with naturally Dominant men and just love worshipping. (By strong-willed, I mean I’m always right. Even when I’m wrong, I’m right. I don’t even care if you say it condescendingly. “You’re right’ is just a good way to go. Plus, even if it’s not your fault, I’m blaming you. Most people, after a while, just find it easier to take the initiative and accept the blame. For whatever. For everything. Cuz, it is your fault.
the two other main focuses in my life were, are and always will be religion (which is a huge part of my life, and why i lead extremely discrete lives) (ok, guys.. here’s a little trick – discrete: distinct/separate just like the “e”s in the word. Discreet – secretive) and music (not the annoying kind of person who knows what's on side b of every single from the 50s, just the kind that really likes listening to really good classic rock.) i am also very sweet, empathic, compassionate, and i love to talk about philosophy and morality and reality and BDSM and psychology (especially the psychology behind bDsm) and Family Guy. I'm curious about everything; i want to be exposed to everything under the sun. I’m quite fearless (except for artichokes which are scary cuz that thing in the middle can kill you, and besides it’s a stupid vegetable – put flavored mayonnaise on cardboard and scrape it between your teeth and it tastes good. And it won’t kill you. And you don’t have to learn how to eat it.), and open to everything. I have an absolutely fabulous job, the most wonderful people as friends, an amazing sex life, and i could probably give a class on how to live a joyous life. oh, back to music for a second. y' know.. there's like 50 or 75 song titles scattered through my profile. OK, and out of all the -i won't tell you a number but it's a lot- emails i received, how many people referred to that fact? Yes, that's right. Zero. Well, M. said that's cuz nobody really gives a shit. but still.. some of the stuff doesn't even make sense. you'd think somebody would have noticed.
OK, so that's what i'm about. What i am not: I am not a slave. I am not slave material. I won't wash the dishes, i won't clean the apt. Jeez, I'm Jewish. i don't do that kind of thing. I pay people to do those things for me. i did laundry twice in my life, and they were both horrible experiences. But, should a relationship develop, i might cook for you, but i would like it if you let me sit at your feet and hand-fed me the way you would a prize-winning bitch. I will also call for delivery if you tell me what you want. And bring you a drink. And your slippers. And make you happy.
Oh, yes, somebody remarked that it's very difficult to read paragraphs that go on for pages, so i've inserted a couple of indents that don't really indicate new thoughts; i just wanted to make it easier for you to read. cuz i really am that nice
ok, there's another new paragraph under what i'm looking for. Other than that, it's the same old same old. but with newly designed paragraphs. And I’ve added a couple of other unnecessary and redundant remarks and observations.
Oh, and for those of you who periodically check my profile to find where we are on the Jewish calendar.. we’ve just finished the third festival when we were given the Torah, and soon we’re going to be heading into The Three Weeks which is a time of mourning and a lot of restrictions, and then the Nine Days which is even more intense mourning and more restrictions, and then finally the saddest day of the Jewish year, when we lost the two Temples, and a lot of other really really bad stuff happened. Then we come into a really happy period, when the King is in the fields, we celebrate the birthday of mankind, give charity, pray (I mean pray a lot) and atone, and which culminates in the happiest day of the year – Yom Kippur.
one last thing.. yes, i do talk a lot. the good news is that i rarely say anything that you really have to listen to. I haven't said anything truly earth-shattering in at least a week. The other good news is it's easy enough to shut me up by just sliding your cock in my mouth.
I've gotten a few comments about the gang-bang pictures. yes, I like gangbangs. I don't understand what woman would not like to feel a hard cock in her ass, another in her pussy, and another in her mouth. It feels really really good. And for a cum addict like me, it's a great fix. BUT, i actually prefer one-on-one. Fucking is the way i like to connect to people.. it's fun.. (a hell of a lot more fun than the stupid, nonsense chit-chat going on in most singles bars - talk about superficial).. what i'm saying is sex is not superficial to me, it's an intense connection, especially BDSM sex. That intensity is impossible to maintain with more than one person at a time. So, yes, GBs are fun, but they do tend to distract people from each other. And "each other" is really what it should be about in my book.
(i am a cum addict. i love cum. i love cum in my mouth, and on my face, and on my tits, and in my pussy and in my ass. i would love for you to cum in my mouth or ass and then have me spit it out or squeeze it out into your hand so you could feed it to me. I also want to find out how many loads of cum I can hold in my mouth.)
Whips, canes, belts, paddles... all wonderful, but i do need a lot of verbal and physical soothing, and when it gets to be too much for me and i'm crying and i beg you to let me suck your cock for a while or to please please fuck my ass - "i've been a good girl, i'm a good girl, aren't i?," you'll let me soothe myself with your cock, until you decide that's enough and i have to be whipped cuz that's what you want. Whatever you want – that’s the key. My pleasure revolves completely around your pleasure, however you get that pleasure is what I must do, what fulfills me. The nastier, the harder, the more intense, the better.
I LOVE love love getting fisted, face-slapping, spitting, nipple torture, pussy torture; i love being objectified physically, sexually, verbally. As far as i'm concerned, there's one area where all men are just naturally superior to women. Your sexual energy is so enticing. I want your cock. I want your cum. and i will do anything, be anything, say anything, i will serve you any way you desire, do anything you wish with me/to me... simply because i need to.
Happy reading. If you’re still awake by the end (it goes on and on and on), shoot me an email.
ok, really brief summary .. (and you should realize that pretty much every paragraph is going to start with "ok, really brief summary" and then go on and on and on. What can I tell you.. it may or may not be worth it for you to read all of this.)
i was your run-of-the-mill, generic slut, a real wild one...i always loved everything about sex.. i always loved getting fucked in the ass, in the pussy, sucking cock, kissing, making out, the feeling of a man's hands in and on me - i was a slut and never had a problem with acting on it. I lost my virginity in synagogue (yes – I’m the one who put the “syn” in synagogue.) I was having 3-somes and 4-somes when I was 15. But i never craved being a slut. There are certain aspects of BDSM that i crave, that i desperately need, that i have become almost addicted to. I don't know why, but oh, what a thrill - This trip is very very intense for me. It fulfills me and gratifies me like nothing ever has. i need the verbal humiliation, i need the approval, the acceptance, the testing, the training, I need to submit.
There's nothing like the electricity when i'm sucking your cock looking up at you, while you're telling me what a nasty dirty whore i am, or being trained exactly how to position myself for your pleasure or how to suck your cock the way you like and earning your approval and being told that I’m being such a good slut for Daddy. There's nothing like that feeling of being owned as a piece of property to be used and abused as you desire, to be ordered to do degrading things and to endure things to show my devotion to being your fucktoy to use as you wish. There's nothing like licking your cock and ass and looking up at you, while i'm telling you what i'm there for, why i exist. To serve, to please, to be used.
i'm a cunt, an ass and a mouth.. nothing more, simply an object for you to command to do what you wish. It's exhilarating, it takes me to a wonderful place, and i find it unbelievably satisfying and fulfilling.
I know what i know - this is play for me.. this is something i need on a sexual level. But this is play that is as realistic as it can get without being reality. I do not role-play. The idea of being sexually Domme is almost disturbing to me. It does not interest me. i'm not interested in switching or in switches.
I enjoy verbal sparring and laughing and teasing. I won't back down, and there'll be no surrender. i like sarcastic, self-effacing humor. I love all kinds of intellectual stimulation (although i'm not an intellectual snob.) and I guess what makes me a bit unique is that I equally love word and number puzzles.. crosswords, and the other word games in the Sunday times. And I’ve recently gotten addicted to kenken. I love experiencing new things - food, places, music, etc.. and I'm very adventurous. I'm respectful and actually very easy-going (and very passionate), i take it day by day - but i'm definitely not into nor appropriate for the 24/7 lifestyle if that's what you're looking for.
But I love playing. I love playing a LOT. However what i'm ultimately looking for is a person with whom i can connect on a sexual and non-sexual (vanilla) level, a best friend as well as my Master whom i will serve and adore and worship.. somebody who will earn my trust and respect and devotion and affection and admiration. I'm not looking for a monogamous relationship, but i am looking for a very few select individuals for this kind of play. I'd love to find one special man with whom i can have a "primary" relationship. – an Owner.. Somebody who will help me fulfill what I am and what I am meant to be. I don't want to be part of a stable, i don't want to serve Master and Mistress, I don't want to live the 24/7 lifestyle. Although i could understand the safety and security this type of relationship can afford, you oughtta know it ain't me babe. i'm too independent-minded and kind of a cynical girl, i imagine it would bore me terribly (and you, if you could read my mind and knew the real me.) I will walk with you, not behind you. Actually, if we don’t walk at all, it’s fine. I can crawl. I like crawling. And wearing a collar and leash
You can but don't have to read the rest of this. Some of it is mind-numbingly boring, and really.. kudos to the gentlemen who proudly wrote that they read the whole thing. I can't even get through the whole thing. Alt stopped bothering to read my revised profiles. I keep revising and adding things at different parts of this journey.. i keep learning and hopefully soon i'll be able to figure everything out (I mean as far as BDSM; i don't mean like the meaning of life or the existence of G-d. I figured those out already And, to entice you to read a bit further, I’ll be a sweetheart and let you in on the answer. It’ll be all the way at the very end.
So if anybody is indeed still reading this, do write and let me know what you're thinking.
short recap:
I rarely found reason to deny myself the intense pleasure of a man’s tongue, hands, cock in or on me. Yes, I'm a slut, a cock whore, a cum dumpster. I was always very passionate and sensual and enjoyed intense physical intimacy. I'm very impatient and never really understood the concept of waiting for something you wanted. I love to kiss, make out, fuck. I want to get fucked in the ass, I want to get fisted, I want to be blindfolded, gagged, whipped, broken. I enjoy being very submissive sexually; becoming a BDSM slut gets me to a state of sexual bliss that I can't get to otherwise, an ecstasy that can only be achieved by an object/slut who possesses no ego, no person, no thought, who simply exists only for pleasure, for serving and submission.
I want to worship your cock, take it down my throat, swallow your cum, I want to get fucked in the ass over and over, I want to be forced to beg for your cock, to beg to be allowed to cum, I want to be bent over a chair and belted and then soothed and belted again. I want to be forced/restrained into positions where I am completely exposed to you, where my ass, my pussy, my mouth are all open for you. I want you to make me earn the pleasure of sucking your cock. I want you to tease me until i beg you to fuck me. I want you to use me and humiliate me and make me an object. I need you to do those things. I need to be verbally and physically degraded. And i mentioned i like to get fucked in the ass, right?
Please Note! I am not interested in cyber, nor in endless emailing back and forth. I'm not writing a screenplay; when I write the book i'll let you know. I want RT. Please don't bother me if you don't think you'd be able to meet after a reasonable amount of communication.
Please Note! Stop asking me for raunchy photos. From what I understand, there's like a dozen, maybe even 2 dozen photos of pussy and ass and tits on the internet. Go look for them.
Another Note! Despite what the picture might indicate, I am not a pain slut. Although my tolerance has dramatically increased (my first safe word was "Ow"), I consider pain ancillary, not an end in and of itself. But I will take whatever pain you desire to inflict
More Notes! More exclamation points!! I’m not particularly interested in younger men. I prefer men in their 40s, 50s and 60s. men with gray hair, and crinkly faces, who look down on me and smile while I’m on my knees servicing. This might sound forward of me (unlike the parts where I mention I like getting fisted and fucked and used a lot,) but I will not meet a guy in his 20s or 30s one on one for a number of reasons. If, however, you’d like to be invited to a small or large gangbang, let me know.
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My Ideal Person:
ANNOYINGLY LONG SELF-INDULGENT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL STUFF YOU CAN PROBABLY SKIP . I live a double life. At work, I represent the paradigm of the modest, conservative, deeply religious, yet “normal” woman. I'm a very good-hearted woman - warm, affectionate, adoring, sarcastic, teasing, intelligent. I’m a complete hedonist but I do enjoy simple pleasures, as well as true luxury. I've been a vanilla slut my whole life. I've always loved fucking, i loved being touched, i loved sucking cock.. And I still love doing all those things. all i ever wanted to do with a guy was kiss and make out for hours, have my clit stroked, my nipples played with. I'm very passionate, sensual and affectionate. Until a few years ago, I believed I used men purely as living, sentient toys I needed simply for my physical pleasure. I used men to fuck my ass to turn initial pain into exquisite pleasure, cuz it hurts so good. I used them to have a hard cock in my mouth and feel it spasming and their cum spurting against the back of my throat, i used them to patiently stroke and suck my clit until i came. Or all 3 at the same time. A truly wonderful never-ending stream of cocks and tongues and hands. But these are days of exploration and of changes -although I still do crave using men for my physical pleasure, I've discovered that in addition to physical pleasure, I use (and have always used) men to fulfill a very strong need to please and serve. The more involved I become in this life, the more I believe that this is almost the overpowering need - that this is all i really want. I’m at the point now, where vanilla sex just does not do it for me. (And, yes, I’m a sub, but I used the word “use.” It’s unfortunate that the word has a negative connotation. We all use each other. Do I get what I want and need? Oh, yes. Any sub who doesn’t is a fool or emotionally unhealthy. I’m neither.
It gives me incredible joy to obey, to submit, to see pleasure in a man's eyes; I love watching a guy looking down on me while I'm sucking his cock. I've also discovered I do enjoy rough sex quite a bit... as well as a medium degree of pain. Simply put, I want a man to use me as a fuck toy. I'm a slut that wants to be a lover and needs you to do whatever you want to me, wherever you want. I've discovered that I very much enjoy serving, being told what to do, and being used for your pleasure. I am quite insatiable, as is my curiosity. One way or another, i want to experience everything. I'm a free bird and i'm going to learn to fly. And although i know i can't stay forever young, the fire inside me burns brightly.
OMG, do you realize you're only half-way through this?
Oh, and i just realized that because this little essay was written at different times, there might be some incongruities, most notable about gang-bangs (fun!) and breath-play (love breath-play.. the erotic kind where - wow, how can you not have a mind-blowing orgasm when you can't take a breath until you do, not the kind where brain death occurs.)
I am actually - believe it or not- looking for one man. Haven't found him yet, but i know he's out there. He's the one i'm going to connect with on all 3 levels - sexually, intellectually and emotionally. I've found tons of 1-level connections (go ahead - give a guess which level) (well, it's the most fun), a couple of 2-level, but not that elusive One whom i connect with on all levels and who truly owns me. Yes, yes.. i said i wasn't slave material - ok, owns my pussy and my soul and my heart, not only whose cock i will worship and live to please, but whom i truly adore and serve and would do anything for. Somebody will hit the jackpot.
Classic good looks doesn't do it for me. What's very very important is what i see in your eyes while you're watching me suck you or while you're making me cum. My looks? i'm 48. But I I could still probably pass for 46 like I did last year. . In the looks dept., tall, red hair, green-blue eyes, could definitely stand to lose 20 pounds. i've been told i have pretty eyes. whore eyes. Especially with a cock in my mouth. Looking up at you. Oh, you know that woman.. Angelina Jolie? married to Brad? Well, people tell me i look absolutely nothing like her. So, i guess, if you look nothing like Brad, we might match nicely.
let's get back to you. You should be funny, self-deprecating, teasing, loving, have a great voice and imagination, and understand what i need. Good luck with that one. I abhor Doms who think cuz i'm a submissive they could grab me or hurt me anytime they want, Doms who tell me i'm not really a sub cuz i crave getting fucked and used hard (fine - i'm not a sub. i'm a bottom. who the hell cares? I will crawl for you, i will beg you, i will obey you, i will do any fucking thing you want, just because i want your cock in me. And i do get your cock in me, cuz I AM a good girl. and even though you won't let me cum sometimes, i know you will eventually. Shouldn't we all get what we want?) I also ABHOR Doms who stop demanding the very best for themselves by not demanding the very best from their slut. Nothing worse than a Dom who stops caring and giving you what you need. I NEED to be trained. and i need pretty hard-core training. How else I am going to become the best slut I can be, except by being trained hard?
I like super-intelligent men. NOT pretentious, just smart. It would be nice to find somebody who was at least as smart as i was. (Boy, cunt's kind of full of herself, isn't she? Sorry – I’m smart. I'm what G-d created.. nothing more, nothing less.)
Ok, I'm almost done, except for the couple of paragraph indentations so this is a bit easier to read.
One very last thing.. i've been off of alt for a couple of months - personal stuff - taking shelter from the storm with my ex who adores and loves me and wants to grow old with me, and a few special play-friends (less than you would guess) (or more) (definitely one or the other). Also, been on some other sites to expand my horizons a bit. Ok, so my horizons have been expanded (mainly, I just did a lot of fun drugs,) now it’s time to expand some other things. (get it?) (Oh, good news.. i just realized i had hit the "insert" key so i think i just typed over a paragraph). Anyway, the slut's been getting more use than what most people would still call excessive, but oh, G-d, she's getting loud again.
No married guys, no switches, no bis. Oh, married guys are fine. I just can’t meet somebody who can only meet between 2 and 3 every other Thursday or between 10 and 11 every Tuesday in a month that has an e in it. I have very flexible hours at my job, but I am NOT a morning person… late evenings, nights, weekends, all fine. (And, NO married doctors from Long Island. Yes, you guys get a special mention. I don’t care how flexible your job is, or how much you assure me, we will never meet. We will end up making plans, I will get dressed up for you, and wait, and wait, and finally get a call that you have an emergency.. some stupid bleeding person or some moron who finally realizes she shouldn’t have waited til her fingers to turn black before she went to a dr. And you can’t make it And, who suffers? I have to suffer. I don’t get used. So NO married doctors from Long Island.) And i am very, very interested in intense medical play. If thoughts are swirling in your head of what you would do with a very obedient slut who just wants to please you, i'd like to hear from you. if you've actually grabbed a pad so you could write stuff down - things that you'd like to do, i really want to hear from you. OK, more of my high standards coming into play here: If you use discreet/ discrete incorrectly (I gave you a really cool trick earlier), i will block you. If you have a spelling mistake in your tag line, i will block you. I have a spelling fetish. If you don't know the difference between coarse and erotic, i'm not interested. if you call me a worthless whore, the only thing you'll accomplish is making me cry, and not in a good way (yes, there's a good way of crying). If you like to break people down, so you could mold them, i'm not interested. I'm not joining the Marines. I spent many many years building myself, and judging from the level of satisfaction, contentment and joy in my life and the healthy ego (semi-healthy - i still thrive on praise - legitimate praise) i possess, i didn't do that terrible a job. now i'm done.
OK, we all know i'm not done, right? Yes, i do have this stream of consciousness kind of writing going. and yes, the right thing would be to go through this whole novella and edit it and rearrange it and tighten it up and make it sound like it was written by a sane person. But i am way, way too lazy for that. So the very last thing is to apologize to you for having to read through all this. I did tighten it up a little (if “tightening means adding more.)
OMG - this just goes on and on and on. ok, stop, i don't think there's anything new after this. Was there anything new after the 2nd paragraph? This is the last new stuff:
I've suggested what to do in order to not get a response. Here's a couple of ways to get a response:
--make me laugh
--make me involuntarily start touching myself
--make me reach for a dictionary (i love new words)
--Recommend a new song that I've never heard that i'll like. --
--"G-d bless living sincere." Blow my mind and tell me where that's from. OK, my mistake. Somebody actually wrote me, and said it's "G-d bless Lili St. Cyr." Now somebody please tell me wtf lili st cyr is. (And, yes, it's from Rocky Horror) ok, wait, somebody else wrote that, no, it is G-d bless living sincere. Now, i realize the only person to whom this is important is me, but actually, the correct lyrics are... i mean the correct lyrics as far as some idiot who's able to design a web-page wrote, the correct lyrics are: "his lust is so sincere." now we can all sleep well tonight.
Nope. The absolutely correct lyrics are “G-d bless Lili St. Cyr,” who was an old-time stripper. And one person mentioned I reminded them of. Another person mentioned I was an incarnation of The Great Whore of Babylon or Istar. She reveled in her slutdom as I do.
--here's an easy one...
Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but....
(It’s Bob Dylan’s “Things have changed”)
--Here’s one I was listening to recently…
“Anything you want, you got it..”
Repetitive Stuff: (I’m dead serious. You already know all of this. It’s like alt is paying me per word.
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I want to try everything - to experience all there is to experience. The more I experience, the more i love being submissive. I go places i've never been, i experience sex the way i never have before and it's unbelievably amazing.
You should be very educated, intelligent, articulate. You should be kind and empathic and somewhere between a mature 35 and a youthful 60. You should know how to treat me right in public (i.e., like a princess); what you whisper when nobody can hear may be a different story. I want somebody who enjoys vanilla pleasures as well as very degenerate, very nasty sex when the night comes. But when the daylight comes, I hope you'll accompany me at my side. I'm not looking for a monogamous relationship, but i'm not interested in one-night-stands. Really good Ds relationships take time to develop. I don't want just another night. i like being silly and i like a guy who could make me laugh and with whom i could laugh. I want a guy with a truly filthy mind, a great imagination, who is very verbal. I love being talked to and being verbally "humiliated". I'm a huge fan of imaginative methods of sadism and humiliation. I want a man whom I can please, who will tell me what a good slut I am, who will reward me with praise, with a deep kiss, or with his cock, and who will discipline me when i'm not good. I want to become your slut. I want you to tell me what I should do. I want to become yours to do with whatever you want and to do whatever you want. I love having a man put a collar on me - that feeling of being owned - of being property - of becoming a being whose only existence is based on purely physical sensation. I want a man who's into a lot of different kink and is interested in pushing and helping me explore more. (Ok, here goes.. limits. I know a true slut should have no limits. But.. No kids, I have to stick with my own species, so no animals. No permanent marks. My body doesn’t belong to me. It’s going back with a fuck-lot of wear and tear, but not with “property of Joe Blow” tattooed over my pussy. And I’m really, really not crazy about scat. But pretty much everything else is open. Like my holes.
AND STILL MORE ANNOYINGLY LONG SELF-INDULGENT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL STUFF YOU CAN PROBABLY-ACTUALLY DEFINITELY SKIP: An earlier version of my profile discussed the self-respecting (vanilla - i realize now) slut:
"What it comes down to is I don't need somebody to whom I can give control so I can "do what I want to do deep down inside. Be the slut I really want to be, let the inner slut out." I am the slut I want to be. The inner slut is out - she's always been out; I'm very comfortable, and all I really want is pleasure.
What I've since learned is that there is indeed an inner slut - a bdsm slut - whose only function, purpose and existence is based on submitting and giving (and thus deriving) pleasure. There's no ego, there's no person, there's this creature that just wants to do whatever you want her to do, wants you to do whatever you want to her. She has no concept of anything other than pure submission and pleasure. She comes out when she feels safe and secure; I/she needs to be broken down, to be an object, depersonalized ... fuckmeat. That's all she wants - that's all she craves. She has no function other than to be used for pleasure. She has no thoughts, no vocabulary, no ego - she is purely and simply a slut, a mouth, a cunt and an ass, who will simply and mindlessly obey you and do whatever you desire of her. She relies on you for protection from harm. She relies on you for her commands. She relies on you for approval. She wishes for nothing other than to please you and make you proud of her. She wants to be blindfolded so she can reside in a black space devoid of all sensory input other than touch and sound/voice. She wants to suck cock because it calms her. She wants to have her ass fucked and her pussy fucked at the same time. She wants cum in her mouth and on her face and dripping out of her ass and her pussy. She wants to be whipped, to be used, to be fucked, to be ordered so she can submit. She goes to a place and finds a different ecstasy than the vanilla slut and her "fucking and using men for her own pleasure".
The vanilla slut believes if it has to do with your cock, your pleasure, my pleasure, I'm totally there and I will obey any and everything you tell me unless it involves extreme pain and "non-sexual acts simply designed to reinforce my submission, and my lack of self." The BDSM slut wants and needs to have her submission reinforced time after time, because that's all she is - she doesn't have a "self".
SERIOUSLY, HOW MANY TIMES CAN A PERSON REPEAT HERSELF? i am very passionate, extremely affectionate, I will adore and adulate you because I do love men, and I can't really seem to get my fill. I love all different kinds of men. I want to pet you and hold you and I want both of us to experience different forms of great pleasure. I will give you my body, my passion, my desire, I will take your cock down my throat, swallow your cum, and just hold you in my mouth, I want to get fucked in the ass over and over, i want to get fisted. I will fawn over you and kiss you, and worship you and your cock. I adore men, I love to fuck, whether it be for using you to give me orgasmic pleasure or using you to fulfill my need and desire to submit and give up total control of my"self."
I can also be a cunt (duh)- not just one that hungrily envelops a hard cock, but a sarcastic, cutting, biting, obnoxious bitch. I expect to be put in my place no matter how that might be accomplished. I need the proper training, in the sexual arena, and perhaps in the non-sexual as well.
GETTING A RESPONSE (OMG, why is she still talking?? Well, i guess that's why ball gags were invented. And if you think I've been annoying so far, wait.) I won't respond to a one-line email (e.g., "I think we could have fun together" or "call me 917-...) I won't respond to someone who has a 2-sentence profile and a bunch of "prefer not to say." PLEASE fill out your fetish checklist. I actually like cock photos, but would appreciate a face photo. I love erotic emails, i like the way they detail what you'd like to do. I love being called a nasty, filthy ass slut, cock whore, every name in the book while we're playing and i'm sucking you or you're fucking me in the ass and/or making me do truly degenerate things. How will you make me prove my devotion to becoming yours to do with whatever? I will turn myself inside out for you.
Most importantly, I will not respond to a gentleman who has a mistake in his introductory title, or has too many mistakes in his profile to count, or doesn't seem to know the difference between your and you're or their and there or other third-grade words.
This journey is proving to be almost too enjoyable.. the pleasure and satisfaction i attain is more than what i would have ever imagined when i first started and beyond my wildest dreams. I know i'm into something good. I have many wonderful people to thank for that. And I know there's so much more... I'm not waiting. Trust yourself and call me. You can't always get what you want - but you never can tell. Instead of a lonely ol' night in a lonesome town, picture this.. the weight of the world lifted, an endless night.. and even though every rose has its thorn, and there's a touch of gray in everything, and perhaps it's still rainin' and some are simply just waiting for the end of the world while they're crawling from the wreckage.. perhaps just up around the bend, you'll have the time of your life. It's a wild world, it's a wonderful world - I don't want to stay home another Saturday night; i want to let the good times roll. Dazed and confused is the shape I'm in; it ain't that pretty at all - for a self-professed slut, i seem to have way too much time on my hands. I close my eyes and wish someone would come running to save me. Or should i just dream on?
Oh, the meaning of life? What am I, an idiot? Of course, everybody skipped down to the end to get the answer. The meaning of life is something you must strive to understand. For millennium, the brightest minds have pondered. Since the dawn of time, scientists and philosophers and professional students have tried to decipher the riddle of man’s existence. And you fucking can’t read an alt profile. Well, now I’m not going to tell you. Nope, too late. That’s just the kind of cunt I am.
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