Hi! I'm a long-time smut lover looking for new online connections. These would primarily be text-based initially. If we get to chatting long term then I'm open to more. I'm addicted to every variety of teasing. That's what draws me to BDSM. I love to edge myself, edge others, tease myself, tease others... Frustration and desperation make my sexy world go around.

I love giving and receiving JOI. I also like roleplay. More than anything, I'm hoping to find a kinkster who also enjoys sending and receiving teasing messages at random points in the day, mixed in between normal vanilla chat about whatever takes our fancy.

My limits are pretty typical. I stay on the more vanilla side of kink. I love restraints and forced edging and orgasms, some ballbusting and cumplay are hot too.

However, I think my writing explains my kinks better than a kinklist ever could. So to show the kind of switch I am, I've included two of my recent prompts below. One where I'm subbing and one where I'm domming. Both edging focused. Hopefully they give a good idea of what chatting to me might be like!

breaking down your hung "alpha" date with edging so that he's pussy ready

You whispered to me softly at the end of our date, as we stood in the doorway of the closing bar.

"I'd like to invite you back to my place, but... do you remember what I told you about sex?"

I nodded. "Yeah... I remember... only when you're ready for it," I summarised.

"No," you corrected me with a smile, "I said sex when you've earned enough trust and respect for it."

"Ohhh, yeahh. Right. When I've earned it, " I repeated with a nervous smile and a laugh.

I wasn't really worried then, because I thought I was the alpha in this pairing. Muscular, well dressed, and blessed with 9 thick inches. Every cheerleader type who had ever laid eyes on my throbbing fuckpole wanted to take a seat immediately. I doubted you'd be any different.

"Great!" you said with a perky smile, and pecked me on the cheek.

When we got back to your place, you told me to get undressed and sit down on the bed, and that you'd be back in a few moments.

"I thought you said.... not until...." I trailed off.

You replied from somewhere in your closet. "Just because we're not having sex doesn't mean we can't have some fun!" you replied with a giggle.

Arrogantly, I still thought that once you saw my thick meat, you'd be desperate to take a ride, so I shed my clothes and let a stray hand wander. I stroked my cock while I sat on the bed's edge, encouraging him to grow to his fullest, most impressive size before you returned.

A few moments later, I saw you emerge from your closet in a black, figure-hugging outfit. My jaw fell open and my cock swelled further, seeing your sexy shape up close for the first time.

"Do you want to earn my trust?" you asked with wide eyes. I nodded.

You threw me a pair of handcuffs. "Put these on behind your back, so I know you won't go grabbing anything you shouldn't."

I blinked repeatedly.

"Are you serious?" I probed, stunned.

"What? Don't you trust me?" you said with a sweet smile.

I considered for a moment, but then feeling the ache of desire, I slid the cuffs around my own wrists behind me.

"I've got to tell you, this seems a bit... kinky for someone who needs trust before sex," I muttered as the second cuff locked with a solid click.

You smirked, and muttered "true..." contemplatively, as you made your way down onto your knees in front of me. Within seconds you were grabbing my shaft, and inspecting it up and down with the fascination of an expert.

"Oh my, he is big and beautiful..." you commented before hopping to your feet again and returning to the chest of drawers behind you.

"Just one more moment," you added, throwing me a look back over your shoulder as you rummaged around in the drawers.

Your bubble butt was great boner fuel, helping me work up a sticky string of precum by the time you'd finished your search in the bottom drawer, having apparently found what you were looking for.

"Found it," you said gleefully. "It's not often I need to bring out the big one," you said, eyes wild. You turned to face me, revealing a thick translucent fleshlight in one hand and an enormous pump bottle of lube in the other.

"It might still be a bit of a squeeze for you... but that'll make it extra good practice to see if I'm ready to trust you with my tight little pussy!" you thought out loud in a bubbly tone, kneeling back down between my legs.

My jaw fell open.

I looked down, still trying to piece together exactly what you were talking about.

The dumb look of confusion must have shown on my face, because you immediately clarified things for me, wicked delight now showing clearly in the lines of your facial expression.

"I know you're probably thinking it'll be easy for a jock like you to withstand a bit of fleshlight edging and prove you've earned pussy privileges..." you giggled as you started applying lube liberally to the silicone hole, finger fucking it seductively as I watched on.

"But honestly... you'd be amazed by how often strong, hung alphas like yourself lose their loads or their minds in these slippery little pocket pussies..." you said, sliding the intoxicatingly cool and smooth opening over my throbbing glans like a pro. You circled it there, twirling it in all directions, with the motion of a spinning top moments before it falls.

"Most of them never make it to the real thing," you said bluntly, while your free hand looped around my balls, squeezing and tugging them while you pumped.

"It's like.... they always ask before they've earned it... and by the time they've earned it... well..." you paused then, your lips curled into a grin as you plunged my fat cock into the depths of the fleshlight for the very first time.

My hips bucked up and I moaned involuntarily at the slick sensation enveloping my throbbing member.

"...by the time they've earned it, they can barely remember how to speak... let alone how to ask politely for pussy."

How much can a good slut leak?

Let's face it. If you are here, your pretty pussy is probably already drooling as you read this.

I'm not creating the problem. I'm just looking to make it a lot worse for you.

I'm tired of you wondering whether you've soaked through your panties while you've been chatting with me. I want you to know for sure that you're dripping your way to mental oblivion. And so do you.

You want to find out once and for all: how much can a good slut leak?

The best way for us to answer this question is for you to come visit me.

All you need to do is get naked, stand with your legs 1-2 ft. apart, and then bend over. Wrap your hands around your ankles so you're not tempted to use them when you're not meant to.

I'll be along shortly to answer all your questions from behind.

You can feel free to ask follow up questions that pop into your head as I'm giving you my answer to your first question.

You might be thinking that would involve sliding my hefty dick into your warm, soaking cunt.

But no.

Driving you crazy with a single thumb is going to answer the question much better than a long hard fucking.

I'll probably mix it up from time to time, swiping my engorged cockhead along your leaky slit, just so your hungry pussy can have a taste of how thick he is when he's all riled up and ready to breed a slut.... but then it's back to the thumb.

It's all in the thumbs.

If I can get you begging for a stretching out and a cum stuffing using just one digit... then the fun can really begin.

"How embarrassing for you to be so desperate, baby girl."

"Oh my god! Are you.... are you dripping onto the floor because I told you how embarrassing your predicament is? You just love making it worse for yourself, don't you? If you're still capable of dribbling grool like that, then this little cunt must me able to take a lot more torture before she's cock worthy, huh?"

A few more gentle scratches of my thumbtip along your most sensitive folds would send your senses into overdrive again. The familiar impulse of knees buckling and chest heaving as the frustrating pleasure soaks into your brain for a moment or two.

Not to mention the noises you'd make....

If there's one good thing about the infinite Instagram scroll... it's that my thumb can scroll your pussy for hours without any breaks. The only thing breaking will be the brain that's on the floor between your legs.