Seek High-Class Ladies with Prim Proper Public Image but Indecent Improper Private Needs

JohnnyValentine

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Forum rules should be respected and I ask for my wishes to also be equally respected. Please accept the simple concept that this is intended as a PRIVATE ADVERTISEMENT not a public thread for unwanted comments, advice or bumps. Please have RESPECT by NOT posting replies as they will disrupt the continuity of Gilda Bumps. Do not be rude by ruining the hard work it took to create my post but if my wishes are deliberately ignored, you will have only succeed in showing bad-manners and I shall close it.

I am not your Entertainment Director. If want a man to make you laugh (with apologies to Tennessee Williams, a sign of a woman having to depend on the kindness of strangers to compensate for her own inability to converse with hilarity) please look elsewhere.

I am a single, cultured gentleman and an academic. However, I am not here to debate metaphysical and epistemological view points or to discuss semiotics and dialectics but to meet women with specific attributes for cybersex. Skype and female verification required.

Seek classy, sexually insatiable women with inner needs for perversion; depravity; filth. Not prerequisites but prefer women with tits surrendered to forces of gravity and ageing (loose, super-saggy, stretch-marked, vein-lined, big extra if hang to waist, extended extra if hang considerably below, added extra if udders produce milk); long, dark nipples; vast, wrinkled areolas; a matured cunt (huge, spacious, gaping, long slit, fleshy cunt-lips, oversized clitoris, very thick bushy hair like a real woman not bald like a baby).

You display a public persona of a prim, proper, moral lady but privately crave to be used trashier than the trashiest tramp; cheaper than the cheapest whore; sluttier than the sluttiest slut. Partner, feminist and religious friends would be shocked if knew of your sinful passion for harsh degradation and humiliation; slavery; disgraceful exposure by repeatedly opening your legs to strangers putting on display your throbbing cunt while begging them to closely examine and photograph it; enacting taboo fantasies; cheddar cheese.

Must be a chronic masturbator as I am (multiple times every day) and enjoy mutual masturbation; guided masturbation (unusual object insertions); sucking your nipples; tasting your cunt; self-fisting; questions about our masturbation; looking at explicit images of females and males while masturbating to them. Bonus if masturbate with other women. Will play with my cock in any way you want.

Interested in conceited women turned-on by two forms of exhibitionism. Public: Enjoy undressing in view of spying neighbours; secluded strangers; attentive partners. When fully exposed, you seductively touch all your body and then spread your legs wide to pleasure yourself causing them to irresistibly masturbate which intensifies your excitement. Narcissistic: Having deep needs for self-love, you worship yourself in front of full-length mirrors; egotistically kiss yourself in them; rub your body against them; habitually masturbate to your reflected images. Bonus if love sending pictures and videos of your conceit for mutual worship and masturbation.

Suitable for a professional, bossy woman and strict family manager with status of power at work/home wanting to lose control; bored housewife needing more sex; sophisticated woman with impeccable tastes who attends formal social gatherings wearing elegant attire without panties. A virtuous lady with uncontrollable needs for talking dirty; degradation and humiliation (repeatedly calling yourself and being called filthy names as you masturbate, relentless interrogation, wanting a sadist who can never go too far, making inferior comparisons to girlfriends and women of other races, told what to wear/what to take off/what to show/what to touch/how to pose, irresistible urge to spread legs wide to anyone pleading shameful close cunt and arse inspection, piss and shit play, messy food play).

Applies to an intelligent, married, older woman with big tits; thick nipples; long-labia cunt. Husband is conventional and you appear conservative but dream of life as a slut to let your cunt do the thinking - aroused by speaking unladylike; crude name calling; revealing a masturbation addiction to relieve daily stress; being used as a sex object; displaying your body to men lustfully stroking their cocks; a man pumping his prick as you perform a vulgar strip; coerced to put on a masturbating show for men and women but erect nipples and sopping cunt expose your submissiveness; sex with a Dominant woman while a masturbating male partner watches; instructions of where and how to touch yourself; forced experiences with Sir doing anything he wants to you for his pleasure. This compulsive exhibitionist will need something much more intense than previously experienced to fulfill her true nature: Fantasy becomes Reality.

Love to be contacted by women with enormous tits who have an obsession for looking at huge tits and masturbating to them. Welcome women who are big tits curious; big nipples curious; big cunts curious; whelmed by thoughts to abscond with big funds from churches.

Send private message if wish for depraved delights and perverted pleasures before too late after all, you have nothing to lose except your dignity and self-respect. (Yes, just want to meet a sweet old fashioned girl.) Include Skype name; marital status; age range; brief physical description. Must converse with proper spelling, grammar and punctuation (no text-speak). Strictly no time-wasters; high-flying trapeze artists; low-lying bullshit artists; pretenders; women who refer to their cunt by that absurd, cutesy, childish euphemism "pussy" as a pussy is a cat but a cunt is a cunt (a cock is never called a "puppy", so grow up and act your age not shoe size).

Note: Will add you to my Ignore List if username contains letters or numbers; have not made over 40,000 posts in 3 days from joining; have not sent over 1,400 different messages to males causing them to laugh hysterically (mutual proof required); send message not composed entirely of text-speak; attach twat-shot; do not reside in stunningly colourful Ittoqqortoormiit; not an expert on the designs of ornate toilet-brushes in Armenia during fiscal years 1931 to 1937 inclusive.

To women: Thanks for reading my advertisement whether it connects or not. :rose::rose::rose:

Send me lust in a package labelled dynamite, gonna feel an explosion when we do it right
We're all set for detonation baby don't you know, well three-two-one-zero baby here we go:

Link to my Kinklist:

 
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(Johnny narrating: You'd think a bell would have rung or you'd think I'd have had some instinct of warning but I didn't. I just walked right into it.)
 
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(Background: Johnny, a small-time professional gambler from the United States, is newly arrived in Buenos Aires, Argentina. There one night, Johnny cheats at craps (a dice game in which players make bets on the outcome of the rolls of a pair of dice). Later when Johnny is held up in a robbery attempt, he is rescued by a sinister stranger who is the owner of an illegal casino. The stranger directs Johnny to his casino and after an "unfortunate misunderstanding" between the two, Johnny convinces the stranger into hiring him to work in his casino and the stranger eventually makes Johnny his right-hand man. However, Johnny is in for a surprise as unknown to him, he is soon to accidentally meet a very sexual, glamorous, captivating, femme fatale from their intimate past; Gilda.)
 
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(Setup: The casino owner has to take a trip leaving Johnny in charge of it. Immediately after returning, the casino owner telephones and tells Johnny to come around to his house. Once there, the casino owner asks Johnny to come upstairs so he can introduce Johnny to his new wife unaware that Johnny and his wife had been very familiar sometime earlier. Together, they cautiously enter the bedroom and hear a woman singing. It is a voice that Johnny instantly recognizes.)

Husband: Gilda, are you decent?
Gilda: Me? (she then sees her former lover Johnny and after a long pause) Sure, I'm decent.
 
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Husband: Gilda, this is Johnny. Johnny, this is Gilda.
Gilda: So this is Johnny. I've heard a lot about you, Johnny.
Johnny: Really? Now, I haven't heard a word about you.
Husband: I wanted to keep it (Gilda's presence in the house) as a surprise.
Gilda: Was it a surprise, Johnny?
Husband: It certainly was. You should have seen his face.
 
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Gilda (to husband): Did you tell him what I'm doing here?
Husband: No, I wanted to save that as a surprise too.
Gilda (to Johnny): Hang on to your hat.
Husband: Gilda is my wife, Johnny.
Gilda (to Johnny): Is that all right?
 
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Johnny (to Gilda): Good luck.
Gilda: Thank you. My husband tells me you're a great believer in luck.
 
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Husband: We make our own luck, Johnny and I.
Gilda: I'll have to try that sometime. I'll try it right now. (to her husband) Tell him to come to dinner with us tonight.
Husband: It's an order. Come along, Johnny. We'll let Gilda get dressed. Look your best, my beautiful. This will be the casino's first glimpse of you.
Gilda: I'll look my very best. I want all the hired help to approve of me.
 
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Gilda (to Johnny): Glad to have met you.
Husband: His name is Johnny, Gilda.
Gilda: Oh, I'm sorry. Johnny is such a hard name to remember and so easy to forget.
 
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Gilda: See you later, Johnny.
Johnny: That's right.
Husband: I'll see Johnny downstairs.
Gilda: I'll see him at the casino.
 
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(Johnny and Gilda's husband leave the bedroom and go downstairs.)

Husband: For some reason, she doesn't like you, Johnny.
Johnny: Really? What makes you think that?
Husband: I know my wife.
Johnny: You do?
Husband: Why would she form an instant antagonism like that?
Johnny: Maybe it's chemical.
 
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(Johnny leaves the house to return to the casino.)

(Johnny narrating: It was all I could do to walk away. I wanted to go back up in that room and hit her. What scared me was I wanted to hit him too. I wanted to go back and see them together with me not watching. I wanted to know.)
 
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Gilda (calling to husband): Would you come up and help me into this thing, like a darling?

(Husband goes back upstairs to help Gilda finish dressing.)

Gilda: I can never get a zipper to close. Maybe that stands for something. What do you think?
 
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Husband: I think you were very rude to him.
Gilda: To whom?
Husband: Johnny.
Gilda: Was I? Oh, dear. That's one of the things you'll have to teach me. Good manners.
 
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Husband: I want you to like him.
Gilda: You're sure about that?
Husband: What do you mean?
 
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Gilda: He's a very attractive man, if you like the type.
Husband: He's a boy.
Gilda: Boys have the darnedest way of growing up. Almost when you're not looking.
Husband: But I'll be looking.
 
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(Later that night, Gilda's husband and Johnny sit down at a table in the casino's restaurant to have dinner with Gilda who has been waiting for them.)

Gilda: Good evening, Johnny. You're looking very beautiful.
Johnny: Good evening, Gilda.
Husband: Can't you return the compliment, Johnny?
Johnny (to Gilda): You're looking very beautiful.
Gilda: Why, thank you. If there's anything I love, it's a spontaneous, impulsive compliment like that.
 
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Gilda: Because you're so nice, I'm going to show you something. My husband gave me this clip for a coming-home present. Isn't it cute?
Husband: 50,000 pesos and it's cute. Isn't she fabulous, Johnny?
Johnny: Fabulous.
 
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Husband (to Johnny who has just raised his glass for a drink): Wait, Johnny. Let's drink to us. To the three of us.
Gilda: To the three of us.
Husband: What's the matter, Johnny?
Johnny: I get confused.
Husband: Confused? Why?
 
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Johnny: Well, just a few weeks ago, we drank a toast to the three of us.
Gilda: Well, who was the third one then? Should I be jealous?
Husband: Hardly, darling. Just a friend of mine (a cane with a concealed blade inside which he used as a weapon to save Johnny from an armed robbery attempt when they first met).
Gilda: Is it a him or a her?
Husband: That's a very interesting question. What do you think, Johnny?
 
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Johnny: A her.
Husband: Why that conclusion?
Johnny (looking directly at Gilda): Because it looks like one thing, then, right in front of your eyes, it becomes another thing.
Husband: Well, you haven't much faith in the stability of women then, have you, Johnny?
Johnny: That's right.
 
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Husband: One wonders who the woman was who brought our Johnny to this pretty pass. Doesn't one, Gilda?
Gilda: One does. Let's hate her. (turning to face her husband) Shall we?
Husband: Let's. Shall we, Johnny?
Johnny: Let's. Now that, I'll drink to.
 
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(Suddenly, Gilda's husband notices two German "business associates" nearby. He then pardons himself so he can go talk with them leaving Gilda and Johnny alone at the dining table.)

Gilda: Now, isn't this something? It's a small world in Argentina, isn't it?
Johnny: Isn't it? Why did you marry him?
Gilda: My husband's a very attractive man.
Johnny: You don't love him.
Gilda: What was that word again, Johnny?
 
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Johnny: You married him for his money.
Gilda: That happened to come with him.
Johnny: Now, that's a great way to make a living.
Gilda: That wouldn't be the big pot calling the little kettle black, now, would it?
 
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Johnny: I was down and out. He picked me up, put me on my feet.
Gilda: Now, isn't that an amazing coincidence, Johnny? That's practically the story of my life.
 
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