I am a mid-twenties female seeking an online friend. I am fit and attractive and I have a real life but I hope to find someone out there who can play What If with me. I have some experience as a submissive. I need to know what that leads to in me. I want a pen pal to write and perhaps online chat with but I will say up front I may never be comfortable sharing more.
The one I need does not seek proof of what I say or that I feel what I describe. One knows and is secure with instinct. One doesn’t have to rush or have all of me over-night. One doesn’t need a lot of reassurance. At leisure, in detail, explore me. One has to trust a little.
The one I want is imaginative, good with words, both in praise and punishment, has a cruel side and takes what’s owned but can be tender as well and knows when a girl needs encouragement. This is my fantasy and maybe always must remain a fantasy but if an intelligent dominant would consider joining me in it, would play what if with me, please P.M. me with a self introduction and questions.
If you met me at the market I’m short, rather slender and blonde and I’d be wearing jeans and sneakers, a t-shirt and jacket. I’d probably be gripping an orange, pushing my long bangs back as I sniff it. My blue eyes might catch yours if you’re staring at me. Maybe something in your look warns me you know my deepest secret my aching need...
The one I need does not seek proof of what I say or that I feel what I describe. One knows and is secure with instinct. One doesn’t have to rush or have all of me over-night. One doesn’t need a lot of reassurance. At leisure, in detail, explore me. One has to trust a little.
The one I want is imaginative, good with words, both in praise and punishment, has a cruel side and takes what’s owned but can be tender as well and knows when a girl needs encouragement. This is my fantasy and maybe always must remain a fantasy but if an intelligent dominant would consider joining me in it, would play what if with me, please P.M. me with a self introduction and questions.
If you met me at the market I’m short, rather slender and blonde and I’d be wearing jeans and sneakers, a t-shirt and jacket. I’d probably be gripping an orange, pushing my long bangs back as I sniff it. My blue eyes might catch yours if you’re staring at me. Maybe something in your look warns me you know my deepest secret my aching need...
