What if the thrill of desire could be tasted, like the warmth of legs pressed together under a shared blanket, igniting a desire that lingers long after the moment passes? Ouch- that was wordy

If it was too wordy in fact, please stay away from my bad vibes and horrible sentence structure! Long post ahead.. :)

Imagine the allure of playful banter mixed with just enough risk to send shivers down your spine. Sounds horrible! Good thing I'm a pervert and that's exactly what I'm looking for.

I seek someone who embraces their faults, whether that's someone who should never enter a kitchen (you), or someone who can cook you the best damn roast you've ever seen whilst being perfect (me) - we all have our faults. It's important to embrace them 😌. Especially in this oh so foreign game of words and desire, we call submission.

Experience doesn't matter to me. I'm not looking for the Gordon Ramsay of chains, whips, and collars. As silly as that may sound. Anyone can be a cook, and everyone has layers.. just like onions. Oh for god's sake enough with the food!

On a much more serious note, experience is a bad indicator if any- on how compatible you are with someone. I care much more about things like your attitude, or the way in which you communicate yourself. Whether it's a leg twitch you get when you're wanting something.. or the way in which you try to tease and excite me, similar to what I do to you. Domination and submission is much more than a kink list and a slap on the ass.

Speaking of kink lists- you won't be getting one. I'm sorry. See how that's an apology with the words "I'm" and "sorry"? No kink list because I don't care for one. Like I said earlier- I'm a pervert and a huge one at that. If you have a kink and wonder if I like it, odds are I do. Unless of course it's neither safe, sane or consensual, and maybe a last one of voodoo witchcraft.

If you're wondering how do you know if we're compatible, that's why this post is long. We're about halfway by the way.. Well I don't actually know, as I wouldn't still be typing if I did. But my fingers are starting to hurt, and my stomach, hungry.

Sometimes conversations are boring, and that's okay. In fact, some subtleties I like to put forth includes being curt. There's nothing more enjoyable than being crass and arousing a tinge of frustration and an even bigger tinge of desire. Nothing like leaving a hand print and saying "your ass looks red". I see that as an expression of fondness and hopefully companionship. That's what it's about anyway. Some form of companionship.

As for what form that companionship takes, what your kinks are and how we go about that- well that's the deep dive. What companionship does take though, is communication and a certain headspace that looks past just the chemical release of hormones when you get turned on. Have a personality. Preferably one suited towards a submissive (that is what I'm looking for after all). Fiery, or bratty is okay, but the collar is worn eventually.

I'm a dastard. A damn good one at that. Nothing I enjoy more than pushing some buttons, just to pretend I didn't afterwards. Buttons are not the same as boundaries, boundaries are respected, buttons pushed. And of course nipples pulled. Ah, but did I mention I'm sweet??

I am sweet.. Like an onion.. I'm caring, if I had to describe it I'd say a mix between a charmer and a gentleman. I have a great memory for the little things, great for conversation and forming a connection. Also great for being an evil bastard. Ah, there's a typo, I think that makes my first? I meant dastard. Dastard, I say! Which I certainly am not!

I'm attractive. At least conventionally I'd say so. Then again, I did spend my last hour writing this risqué monologue about onions, so maybe I'm not the best judge.

But maybe you aren't interested in the onions. Maybe it was never about the onions and less about what is or isn't conventional. Maybe you pride yourself a fellow pervert, and find that although physical attraction is important- you're looking for something more. Something mentally stimulating. Something subjugating.

Ideally you, the fellow pervert, are of a feminine nature. As I the other pervert, of masculine nature, am shallow enough to selectively hope for. And to those who might interact under the guise of said feminine nature, only to be a secret voodoo witchcraft practitioner, not cool man. Not cool.

Primarily looking for something online first and foremost. Where that delves to and how to get there, well a whole lots of long, horrid, and extremely boring sentences. Followed by a sadistic streak, and blend, of pictures and videos; depending on how big bad of a bastard either one of us might be. And where that takes us.. Well, I guess we'll see. That's the deep dive after all.

My fingers are in pain, but hopefully that makes one of us and you won't immediately start by messaging me the color of your favorite lingerie. Instead, if you read all of that, you probably found some sort of intrigue or allure in my words. Great. Message me.