We've been texting for a few weeks now, our conversations a twisting whirlwind of regular small talk, casual banter, and our deepest sexual fantasies. I tell you how I want to sit on your face and drown you if you do a good job of sucking my clit. You beg me to peg your pathetic hole. But our conversations include the psychology of kink, the WHY behind what we want from the decadent filth we hope to inflict on each other.

This requires time. This requires trust.

My fingers have crept deeper into your brain, and you have nestled farther under my skin. My day is peppered with thoughts of how I might violate you in the best ways, which I share with you to enthusiastic collaborative ideas that build towards my snowballing desire to mount you and make you whimper. I give you tasks to complete, which you enthusiastically do--as for what those tasks are, they will be mutually discussed and agreed upon. But they will be seen as acts of service to prove your worthiness. Too many Redditors have wasted my time and broken my heart in search of easy sex. And should we be compatible, the sex will be easy and beyond compare. But it will require a bit of friendship/servitude to get there first.

After earning my trust, I finally have given you permission to take me out for a meal and a vibe. check. We chat, and it is thankfully as easy in person as it has been in text; I attempt to be charming, you blush when I mutter about our dirty topics of conversation between visits from the wait staff. I see your face and wonder what it looks like twisted in pleasure. Soon, I will know.

The vibe check passed, I instruct you to book a room at a hotel nearby. You receive a text from me with instructions, and we plan another rendezvous; this one ends with you tonguing the swollen flesh of my clit between hairy pussy lips before I stick you on the end of my strap-on like a roast pig. I'll have you squealing like one, too. I'll see what your expression looks like when you're being used as a fleshlight. And I'll call you sweet, degrading names while I do until you squirt all over yourself.

About me: I'm a married professional in an open relationship with an open mind. I am 6', 270lbs, and a straight shooter with a sense of humor. I am femme non-binary--for me, this means I have tits, a fat T clit, and some body hair.

About you: You are willing to host. You are single or in an ENM relationship (I will not help you cheat). You are in the Los Angeles Area. You are vaccinated and willing to get an STI test. You are enthralled and excited by a large sexual partner. You want to be pegged. You want to eat pussy. You know how to verbalize all those weird, fucked up things you want and why you want it.

Reach out and tell me about yourself, slut. I look forward to seeing if we fit.