Hey there good girl,

In real life I'm everyone's favorite shoulder to cry on and I love it. I love when people are vulnerable with me; dropping their guard and showing me a version of themselves they don't normally let anyone see. It's intoxicating but also a little limiting. In real life I don't abuse that position of trust to try to learn anything they wouldn't tell me in otherwise 'polite' company. And that's the itch I'm hoping you'll be able to help scratch.

See, I want you to be vulnerable with me. We'll can build up to it or dive right in but eventually I'd want you to tell me your dark little secret that you've kept hidden inside you for so long that even saying it aloud will feel like speaking a foreign language. And from there I want to get to ask you every question your secret draws to mind; pointedly asking how it felt or feels emotionally and physically. Coaxing every drop of detail from you until you almost can't bear it anymore.

And you know the weirdest part? For the right person here, going through this will feel incredible. Like a weight falling off your shoulders or that moment after waking where your sense of reality first returns to you.

About Me I'm a mid-30's firm but polite Daddy dom with an insatiable need to know things that people might normally wish to keep hidden. I can be the most understanding person you've met or a scourge to call yourself a whore with, depending on your own personal urges.

About you you're a woman with a secret to share. Maybe that frightens you or perhaps it excites you but either way the idea of telling it to someone makes you shiver a little bit. You're emotionally honest, or are willing to be with a perfect stranger online. And you need to be seen (metaphorically speaking, I won't be asking for photos at any time)

This is a really exciting chance to get to meet with a version of you that most people in your real lives will never see. And I'm so fucking grateful that you would share that with me.

(Include 'purr' in your first message so I know you're a person who read this)