I want the last thing I see before I slip away, breathless, to be your face. And I want to come to searching for you, mouth open and hungry, cunt wet and wanting. I want to marvel at the perfect shape of your thumb, bruised purple on my arm. I want to curl up at your feet, exhausted and cum soaked. I want to wait, kneeling, wondering if you will greet me with a smile and a taste of your cock, or with the palm of your hand stinging my cheek and your spit running down my breasts.

I am 36 and experienced in my kink. I'm petite, brunette, considered reasonably attractive and am sound of mind and body. I don't have children and will not have any of my own. I currently live in New Orleans and would love to make the gulf south home for the foreseeable future, but, I'm flexible.

I don't know exactly what I want right now, but I want something. I'm open to anything from having a top for an occasional rendezvous to developing a long term thing. Kind of depends on how it goes, doesn't it?

I am emphatically not, I repeat, not, interested in an online only affair. I'm fine with long distance if you're willing and able to do some of the traveling as well. I am also not interested in being anyone's mistress right now, even if your marriage is open. I want to be able to feel whatever we end up feeling, without holding back.

In an ideal world, I would find an intelligent, humorous, sadistic, creative dominant man who wants to use the ever loving fuck out of me while we create and maintain our version of a serious power exchange dynamic. We would explore the depths of our depravity and the deep bond our wicked, joyful ways could create. You wouldn't be allergic to cats and you wouldn't live in the great frozen north. You would be my age or older, experienced in actual real life BDSM activities and relationships. We can fill in the details as we see fit.

I'm exceedingly domestic. I love to cook, bake, clean, garden. I like to make a home. I'm creative and handy. I spend more time at the hardware store than the mall, but I'm there in heels and a dress. Despite my domesticity, I am not a homebody. I love going out, concert, corner bar, dinner, people watching, whatever. Exploration is essential, travel, food, kink, ideas, music. If I haven't had it, I want to experience it. I like outdoorsy stuff, kayaking, hiking, camping, drinking on patios. I read and listen to audio books voraciously. I need to be constantly learning and wondering.

My kink runs towards the dark and dangerous. I'm not a pain slut, but I want you to hurt me anyway. I'm ridiculously obedient and dedicated when the relationship calls for it. Specific kinks are flexible, because, if the chemistry is right, you are my kink. Your desire and need is what I want, all I want. But, themes of violence, brutality and degradation run throughout.

I do occasionally, you know, need a hug and such.

I'm not a passive person. Submissive without question, but I'm not a doormat. I'm not broken. I don't have daddy issues. I'm a completely functional adult human. I just happen to be a woman who wants to be fucked and used, who wants to wait on her knees, drink in hand, for her man to walk in the door. Who is quite happy barefoot and in the kitchen, or bent over the kitchen table, or under the dining room table. But I'm also smart, funny, independent and worth a damn when I'm not on my knees.

Drop me a line if you feel so inclined. But, really, I'm serious about the actual face to face, skin to skin interaction. Hard to bruise my ass over the phone.