You’ve scanned the ads here.

You’ve put up a few of your own, and you’re not quite catching the wave that seems to fit. The self-proclaimed daddies diving into your inbox and claiming ownership over you just isn’t cutting it anymore, and the ads detailing borderline abuse don’t seem quite your speed either. How progressive of me to expect you to yearn for more than simply being a pincushion for cock.

I’m hoping to find a person with some iterations to them. A thinker. A tinkerer. A perverse mind for all things, not just sex. Get lost and fixated on a song, sentence, or picture. We’re as deep as our shallowest bits, aren’t we?

Not to say a great rack doesn’t win you points.

Iterations, I said.

You’re smart. Witty. Strong in the ways you must be to survive. But you’re clawing for someone to just wrap you up in their arms and give you that sense that...it’s okay. It’s okay to embrace what submission is inside of you. That ache to just hand yourself, entirely, to someone who is familiar with all of the pieces that make you.

I don’t promise to be the keeper for all of your answers, but maybe—if the universe is lined up well enough, this post will find the person or peoples that resonate with this energy.

I can be wordy, but also—a regular dude.

In terms of what really gets me...

I enjoy a masochist. I enjoy someone who has a confidence in knowing what turns them on. I once read someone say, “if it turns you on, it probably turns me on.” And I’ve been stealing it ever since. Some people fascinate with specific acts—I fascinate with the intent and drive behind them. Be passionate and unabashed. Let me drink that bit of you in.

I’m also quite tall, if that’s your thing. I’m not above pandering.

Online is fine, for now. A slow burn is always my preferred speed.

Hope to hear from you.