Hello, Ladies and Gents!

Thank you for visiting my lovely little post!

My name is Matilde though I sincerely hope to get assigned a not so appropriate yet rather fun nickname. There are usually two ways I can get myself free drinks, it’s either via putting my absolutely fun and bubbly personality into the spotlight or by picking a smaller crop top, preferably with a bit of cleavage as well… And no, just because the latter option has a higher success ratio that does not mean that I’m not fun to talk to! It just means that there’s always someone who wants to touch my tummy for some reason!😅

Well, anyways, firstly I’ll tell you a bit about myself and then I’ll scare you off by explaining why I’m making this post, deal?

As you know by the title I’m 38 years old and newly single… well maybe not newly, but still single after a long fucking relationship. Now, I was never really the princess type. I’m tall, strong and extremely capable when I need to be. However, in private I do enjoy being to complete opposite. I’m not gonna say submissive, because I definitely don’t roll over and just do as I told if I don’t want to. But I definitely appreciate not being in control, being a bit oversexualized, objectified to some degree. And I know the following will definitely not sound the most feminist statement ever, but I just like to suffer for other’s enjoyment, be that actual pain or just some form of discomfort. I find it incredibly exciting and fun.

Why I’m writing this post because I’m rather frustrated this morning. I went out to a bar last night, I even decided to dress up, which is something I rarely give a fuck about. I had a great time with some friends, but then we came across a bachelor party… well in short I’ve been sweet talked for hours. I did get free drinks but I gave them a bra and since I dressed up, it was an expensive one so I’m not quite sure if I came out positive from that exchange. But anyways, the point is that after some drinking, semi awkward hugs and the occasional butt slap, nothing happened.

Look I’m not saying that I expected to be tied to a vibrator for the rest of the night and orgasm over and over until I pass out. But biking home around 4 am without my expensive bra wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for😅

Now, that it’s morning I still don’t feel less frustrated about it.

And you, I’m sure you’re thinking wether this is dirtyr4r post or just some rant… and to be fair it’s mainly just a rant!🤷‍♀️😅

Regardless if you wish to reach out please feel free to do so, you don’t have to write an essay but please be fun and original. Like instead of the awkward online compliments, tell me stuff that you don’t like about me. Don’t be nice, I had enough of that last night.