I seek one mature, sensible, articulate man with whom I can share my unmentionable addictions, preferably another who shares the same vices ... or enjoyments, depending on how you view it.
I am mature, level headed, outwardly conventional and respectable. Behind the eyes I'm someone different. I doubt I'm alone.
I seek an exchange, preferably by email, occasionally chat when time and circumstance allow, where we share our weaknesses and pleasures, the excitements that sometimes result in self loathing and temporary denial, that addiction to the extremes, the depraved, and the taboo.
Why are we like this? What excites us about practises which other's condemn? Why do we bypass the vanilla in search of the more exotic, unusual, and sickly, the ones we know are bad for us? Then gorge ourselves until sated before feeling nauseous and disgusted by our own disgustingness?
Why do certain events, happenings, practises which we'd never indulge in reality excite us to think and talk about?
And I enjoy thinking about these things. More than that I enjoy talking about them in explicit detail with like minded addicts.
I have Proton, Session, and TeleGuard. I will not step outwith my personal comfort bubble by going beyond email or text chat. No voice, no phone, no video and no personal photos. I'm GMT. I abhor one line (or less) introductions, they are indication of commitment, and of future exchanges.
And yes, I'm a bitch. It keeps those trawling in the hope of stimulation, and the knuckle draggers, at bay. Sometimes.
Thank you for reading.
I am mature, level headed, outwardly conventional and respectable. Behind the eyes I'm someone different. I doubt I'm alone.
I seek an exchange, preferably by email, occasionally chat when time and circumstance allow, where we share our weaknesses and pleasures, the excitements that sometimes result in self loathing and temporary denial, that addiction to the extremes, the depraved, and the taboo.
Why are we like this? What excites us about practises which other's condemn? Why do we bypass the vanilla in search of the more exotic, unusual, and sickly, the ones we know are bad for us? Then gorge ourselves until sated before feeling nauseous and disgusted by our own disgustingness?
Why do certain events, happenings, practises which we'd never indulge in reality excite us to think and talk about?
And I enjoy thinking about these things. More than that I enjoy talking about them in explicit detail with like minded addicts.
I have Proton, Session, and TeleGuard. I will not step outwith my personal comfort bubble by going beyond email or text chat. No voice, no phone, no video and no personal photos. I'm GMT. I abhor one line (or less) introductions, they are indication of commitment, and of future exchanges.
And yes, I'm a bitch. It keeps those trawling in the hope of stimulation, and the knuckle draggers, at bay. Sometimes.
Thank you for reading.
on your “ Quest”
. Yes, yes all things considered am well & good health. Wishing you them same..with a Healthy Dose of Kink