I was going to post how I did on my list of things to celebrate my milestone birthday. but as I was strolling through Fetlife and being reminded of life before we were blurring dystopian fiction with documentaries something came to my mind. People are so eager, so hungry, so quick to connect because why waste time? I get it logically. I feel that way about coitus once I have opted to meet you but I am most assuredly a girl who loves the slow burn. I want to see if you can actually seduce my brain before your dick gets near by body. There have been almost no dicks I couldn’t conquer when I met them. And my body will happily take in the right dick from the right person. To be fair it’s taken in some of the wrong dicks from the wrongest people as well. But in this iteration of my submission I enjoy being a chameleon. Which isn’t entirely valid. I don’t become a new person for each partner. I let you play with a different part of my persona and IF you can stoke the fire well enough you will get each aspect of me. I was talking to someone about my most recent time in Amsterdam and realizing that my former partner has never had all of those aspects because we live and exist on different contents whereas only one or two that live on this side of the world with me have had them all either. You can’t demand my submission and get all of them. You can’t bound me and fuck my submission into the world and get them all either. You literally have to coax all these disparate pieces out. If you can, you might call me a succubus and give up bad habits to stay with me longer.
This is kind off tangent so let me refocus. At any point in time I can be:
- a slut
- a brat
- a babygirl
- a nonverbal masochist
- a rope bunny
- Claire Huxtable
- Donna Reed
- a throat goat
- a squirting banshee
- a gardener
- a personal chef
- a top tier baker
- a masseuse
- a book reading content submissive
- a dick riding dynamo
- a very verbal enthusiastic partner
- prey
- pussy licking tsunami
- piss coated whimpering mess
It’s better when you’ve been around long enough to get 80 percent of these roles out of me. You’ll wonder where I came from and how to make sure I don’t go anywhere. But honestly most men can’t get a 10th of these out of me because their conversation is lacking. Their imaginations are limited. And they demand respect they haven’t attempted to earn yet. I don’t call myself a service submissive because my dynamics tend to be long distance and serving you when I only see you once every six months can be awkward at best but my love language is caretaking. I want to rub your back, suck your dick, drain your balls and serve you dinner–if you can give me the motivation to do so. I want to fall asleep and wake up figuring out how to make your load lighter so that you can reciprocate that energy. I want to use my big brain to figure out how to make our lives better when you allow me the space to do that for you. I want to learn your wants and needs so that I can anticipate how to be the things you need me to be without having to think hard about it. So maybe tonight I just need to let you tear apart the corset on my back so you can get the energy off your body. Tomorrow I may need to make cookies in just my apron and be prepared to bent over the table and fucked while you drip crumbs on my ass. Next Tuesday, I may just need to be quiet in the corner while you relax with the whiskey I brought you. I don’t know because too many folks are telling me to call them Sir five seconds after they enter my inbox or offer me sex without any sort of mental vibe or connection. This is one of those moment I’m gonna agree with Kendrick again–I deserve it all and if you are approaching me then so do you. But that means slowing shit down and figuring out if the fire is a fuck or if the fire is building space and energy for each other. I’ve been single for a minute so it doesn’t really bother me to keep waiting. Can you make me hungry enough for you to spark something up?
Can you talk about anything besides your dick? If you call it cock, once again leave me alone cause ewww. Can you talk to me about your favorite author? Where you like to travel? When’s the last time you got your passport stamped? How long have you been in the lifestyle? What have you learned about being a better kinkster in the last year? The last movie you saw that made you sit back and reevaluate your life? What can you do that intrigues a girl that grew up loving and listening to Prince. loves a good tattoo, and is happiest filled with her partner’s body parts and fluids? Let me know and if you’re intriguing believe me you’ll know. I might start asking about what flavor of ice cream you want me to make to go along with the cookies I just made after I fucked you and made dinner. If you can do it that is.