I think I currently have some repressed anger and one thing to know about me is that I get very horny when I'm angry, very very horny.

I usually get it out of my system by boxing but the training is off today because it's a national holiday (too bad, I like showing off to my coach... he's quite dominant and I enjoy having him control m and order me around, I usually get off thinking about him when I come back, maybe I'll tell you what I imagine him doing to me, if you ask nicely 😉).

Things I'm into: nipple play, oh how I love a good nipple play, I enjoy having someone roll my nipples and then pinch them hard when I'm least anticipating it (more so in public spaces, yes I am an exhibitionist), being forced to have sex with another woman, spanking ( particularly from someone older or in a position of authority, an example would be: my old neighbour, my father's friend, my professor at college, my coach (I play piano and used to play gymnastics), if I like you enough, I may tell you about my escapades ;), and you probably have guessed by now that I enjoy being tamed (I have deep respect for the men who'll be able to tame me, only one has been able to do so and with partial success), I have tried soft BDSM and enjoy domestic discipline and DDLG dynamics.

Oh I forgot to add, I love dirty talking but it's hardly a secret, I'm afraid I'm an open book..

Kurt’s clever fingers found Leah’s aching nipples and plucked them roughly, making her shudder as the sweet sting traveled directly from her breasts to her woman’s entrance. “You are too desirable not to fuck, Leah,” Kurt whispered from behind her, his breath hot and moist against her nape. “Your body is crying out to be taken, it wants a hard cock, doesn’t it? But we’ll do it your way, Leah. Whatever you want, tonight. Tell us what you want.”

“Christ,” Brett said roughly. “Her breasts shake when she does that, when you do that. Her nipples are so hard it looks painful.” “They are painful,” Anne said weakly. “I would very much like someone to soothe them.” “Freddy?” Brett’s voice was hopeful. Freddy grinned evilly. “No.” He left his hand on Anne’s bottom and placed the other on her bare stomach. “Anne, pinch your nipples. Show Brett how you like it done.” “Oh God,” Anne moaned. Brett’s answering curse told Freddy Anne was doing as she was told. Freddy ran both hands down Anne’s sides, starting at her shoulders and then following the curves and slopes down to her hips. “Freddy.” She sounded so weak, so helpless, so aroused it was all Freddy could do to keep to his original plan and not throw her down and fuck her right then. “Spread your legs, Anne.” Freddy held up a hand and Anne grabbed it for support as she did as she was told. “Jesus Christ, Freddy,” Brett gasped as Freddy shoved a hand between her legs. Anne moaned and moved on his hand. “I do believe Anne likes this game, Brett.” Freddy loosened his hold on her mound, drawing his hand back slowly. He traced his forefinger along the dark hot crease separating the cheeks of her gorgeous behind again. “Freddy,” she begged, “please.” “Do you see how she likes her nipples to be touched, Brett?” Freddy asked. Freddy was hoping that seeing another man touch her, being denied the right to touch her himself, would bring Brett to his senses. But in the heat of the moment, Freddy was losing sight of his original intent. He found himself enjoying both their torment too much. He liked being the one to touch, to drive them mad, to arouse them, to dictate their pleasure

“Are you going to kiss me again today?” “Do you want me to?” Her hazel eyes narrowed. “Not particularly.” He closed in on her, moving her back into the shadows of the huge medieval barn. “Liar.” He sought her mouth, found it already waiting for him, and was engulfed in a fiery need that shocked him to the core. Without further thought his hands worked on the waistband of her borrowed breeches and dragged out the tails of her shirt. She pulled his hair hard. “What are you doing?” “Finding your breasts.” “I …” She stopped speaking and gasped instead as he shoved aside the linen binding her breasts and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He drew hard on her, used his fingers to bring her other nipple to a needy point and then sucked that one, too. She didn’t push him away. She caught the rhythm of his suckling and moved her hips to it, offered herself to him, even if she didn’t realize it. He shoved his knee between her legs until she rode his thigh, felt her fingers tighten and tighten in his hair until he no longer felt the sting of pain, until she climaxed with a muffled screamand buried her face in his shoulder. Come to think of it, those are quite dull in comparison to what I usually read but I enjoyed them very much because of their historical or almost historical context.

Now, send me something interesting, horny teenagers are absolutely not welcomed, I prefer older people but anyone between the ages of 22 and 40 is welcomed, sorry but I can hardly believe that a guy my age would know how to deal properly with a woman, let alone a bratty one who needs to be put into place, but if you do feel like I'm over generalising, feel free to send something that'll grap my attention and possibly change my mind.

Married people ARE NOT welcomed.

Have a nice day.