Let's meet on a dark night, in a cosy pub or wine bar with plenty of corners to hide ourselves in. Luckily, London is full of them. At my request, you'll come dressed quite classily - a nice, although slightly short and revealing, dress perhaps; or maybe a short skirt with a tight top. I may even get you to send me photos of potential clothes so I can specifically pick something out.

I buy the first round - something with a little elegance. Some wine perhaps, or maybe a cocktail. We have a drink or two discussing normal things. I'm complimentary, a touch sarcastic, but warm in my tone and demeanour. But whilst doing so, I'm tracing my hand lightly up and down your leg, moving to the inside of your thigh, getting closer to your waist at points, but never anything too indiscreet for in public.

Then as we finish a drink, I decide it's time to go. I lean in and whisper in your ear, "It's time for you to be daddy's good girl". We leave the bar, and outside I forcefully kiss you, making sure to get a good squeeze of your ass.

On the way to mine, we chat idly, but I make sure to whisper dirty things in your ear occasionally, perhaps play with your hair for a moment with enough gentle pressure to make you tilt your head back and remind you who's in charge. Maybe I stop you so you can kiss me again. Maybe I stop for a little more.

And then we get to mine. And as the door closes, I roughly push you against the wall. With a hand round your throat I kiss you whilst my other hand holds your hands above your head. And then I break off and ask "Do you want to be daddy's for the night?"

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If the above appeals, then you're the girl I'm looking for. 25 and under, petite or slim enough for me to throw around. Good aftercare will be provided, limits obviously observed - I want you to be content and happy. But also, y'know, a little fucktoy. Have a big thing for brunettes, long hair, and corrupting innocent minds.

Me? I'm 30, 5'11ish, somewhere around 85kg, white, grad working in a professional sphere. Brown-haired, blue-eyed, tolerably fit enough, relatively attractive apparently (the words handsome, cute, and sweet are usually what's thrown out in compliments - note not hot, so apparently don't give off fuckboi vibes). Single, distressingly English, and happy to host (Brixtonish). Not looking for a pen pal - I can write dirty things about what I want to do to a girl just fine by myself. Also please respond with a tiny bit more than hey - I find writing ability attractive, in case you couldn't guess from this mini-novella. More than happy to meet for normal drinks first, and to exchange photos before - practice safe meets, people.

An evening of classy fun that takes a turn could be just round the corner.