This post has been de-listed
It is no longer included in search results and normal feeds (front page, hot posts, subreddit posts, etc). It remains visible only via the author's post history.
Most people didn't know, or have any idea, what I was into. To be fair to them, most didn't ask. I'm the tall, dark, and handsome guy who keeps to himself in the art galleries all day. Other than the occasional conversation about paintings, especially the works of Caravaggio, I don't really speak to people. Then of course, you're the new gal on the museum staff, so you don't know me much besides the fact that I spend my days there. You ask around about me, wondering more. The rest of the staff doesn't know much either, other than my obvious love of the arts and how I take my coffee. So you decide to be the one to strike up a conversation.
We chat for a while, long enough that your boss insists you get back to work. So we meet outside of the museum and continue our conversation. And we wind up hitting it off, so well in fact that we decide to take this somewhere private. Your apartment's a wreck, so you insist on my place. When we get there, I give you fair warning that my tastes are specific. Inside there's braces on the wall, spread far enough to hold a person up by their wrists and ankles. I look you in your eyes and tell you: "A beautiful woman and a work of art are essentially the same - breathtaking, admirable, poetic. The difference is, one can be touched, and made even more sublime in the process."
Kinks: Age gap, kissing, biting, (passionate) dirty talk, creampies
Limits: Blood, scat, assault, incest, watersports
Subreddit
Post Details
- Posted
- 1 day ago
- Reddit URL
- View post on reddit.com
- External URL
- reddit.com/r/dirtypenpal...