dct10538
Grumpatrix Lex
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2025
- Posts
- 34
Too long? Too short? Too boomery? Too flowery? Too dumb? Too girlie? Too long?
Here goes:
Preliminary Matters
Forty something in [city]. Please read the fetish list below before continuing.
A couple of years ago, I found myself the spider for a younger ladybug and... um... quite like it. Our luminous (for me) times together enboldened me learn more. Quite a thing to have the crop essentially placed in my hand. We play is infrequently. Now, I am interested in someone closer.
[Paragraph where I puff and huff at the few men that ignore the "I wants" and the "please don'ts" on my profile (as if that's at all surprising) skipped for everyone's benefit. Just block the cads, lovely ones!]
Matters of Form
I work in business transactions, which is all I'll say outside of the fact that should give you an idea of my personality. I'm a slave... to some properties I own (realty owns me, in reality) and so manage them in my leftover time. I don't camp. Or glamp. I do, however, clamp. Enough said there about my daytime escapades and logistics.
I am childfree. And petfree, due to travel. I’m almost 5'10", scrawny, and I’m definitely more on the Edward Gorey side of things. I love feeling austere. All that fun stuffs. I have a thing for being served high tea in old hotels. Denver, Victoria, London, Dallas...
My two greatest attributes are... my general lack of anxiety and my incessant, sometimes annoying (I'm sure) direct nature. I'm also the blunt one who says what other people are thinking but maybe don't want to say. I have a fairly decent handle on it most of the time, but a Cassandra I can be. I’m not awkward but sometimes have an iffy filter. I argue from the head, not so much from feelings. People claim to like that, but they don't really, and like it even less from a woman. Oh, and I am not currently married. Can you imagine?
Generally an experienced private kinkster, and by the grace of the internet, not a complete stranger to concepts both delightful and disturbing. There is a great dichotomy between my online habits and my more tangible life. Always eager to learn more about the lifestyle, practices, methods, theory and psychology of the community.
Matters of Life and Kvetch
Fear of the unknown is indeed the greatest fear. With me, you're safe from others only. Not me.
If a genie appeared before me and asked what in its realm I would wish, I would let fly with the following. An intelligent, curious, fairly independent masochist who I could pull apart with the tidal forces of my personality. Someone aware of her need to be locked in my orbit. A woman equally at ease discussing dialectic analysis over oolong, helping with my travel, or pleading her adoration for me into whatever is stuffed in her mouth while the strap repeatedly comes down. Someone candid enough to realize and admit to herself that she underestimated me in nearly every way. I deserve to be served and observed.
And later, as her life improves despite herself, she will realize the tall, cadaverous, doctorate-holding lady really does contain multitudes. Until then? I'll settle for a spotter in my gym room and a sous-chef in my kitchen.
All's well that ends.
Here goes:
Preliminary Matters
Forty something in [city]. Please read the fetish list below before continuing.
A couple of years ago, I found myself the spider for a younger ladybug and... um... quite like it. Our luminous (for me) times together enboldened me learn more. Quite a thing to have the crop essentially placed in my hand. We play is infrequently. Now, I am interested in someone closer.
[Paragraph where I puff and huff at the few men that ignore the "I wants" and the "please don'ts" on my profile (as if that's at all surprising) skipped for everyone's benefit. Just block the cads, lovely ones!]
Matters of Form
I work in business transactions, which is all I'll say outside of the fact that should give you an idea of my personality. I'm a slave... to some properties I own (realty owns me, in reality) and so manage them in my leftover time. I don't camp. Or glamp. I do, however, clamp. Enough said there about my daytime escapades and logistics.
I am childfree. And petfree, due to travel. I’m almost 5'10", scrawny, and I’m definitely more on the Edward Gorey side of things. I love feeling austere. All that fun stuffs. I have a thing for being served high tea in old hotels. Denver, Victoria, London, Dallas...
My two greatest attributes are... my general lack of anxiety and my incessant, sometimes annoying (I'm sure) direct nature. I'm also the blunt one who says what other people are thinking but maybe don't want to say. I have a fairly decent handle on it most of the time, but a Cassandra I can be. I’m not awkward but sometimes have an iffy filter. I argue from the head, not so much from feelings. People claim to like that, but they don't really, and like it even less from a woman. Oh, and I am not currently married. Can you imagine?
Generally an experienced private kinkster, and by the grace of the internet, not a complete stranger to concepts both delightful and disturbing. There is a great dichotomy between my online habits and my more tangible life. Always eager to learn more about the lifestyle, practices, methods, theory and psychology of the community.
Matters of Life and Kvetch
Fear of the unknown is indeed the greatest fear. With me, you're safe from others only. Not me.
If a genie appeared before me and asked what in its realm I would wish, I would let fly with the following. An intelligent, curious, fairly independent masochist who I could pull apart with the tidal forces of my personality. Someone aware of her need to be locked in my orbit. A woman equally at ease discussing dialectic analysis over oolong, helping with my travel, or pleading her adoration for me into whatever is stuffed in her mouth while the strap repeatedly comes down. Someone candid enough to realize and admit to herself that she underestimated me in nearly every way. I deserve to be served and observed.
And later, as her life improves despite herself, she will realize the tall, cadaverous, doctorate-holding lady really does contain multitudes. Until then? I'll settle for a spotter in my gym room and a sous-chef in my kitchen.
All's well that ends.
