For the reoord... I found the man. I'm leaving my profile up because so many commented saying they loved to read it. There are blog entries for those who like the fantasy below.
I'll be honest... I'm a wanton woman who is looking for one good man. Typically, I see him as The Marlboro Man sans cancer. He needs to be rugged, tall and funnier than meat on a stick cause in the end humor carries us through.
That being said... The Marlboro man would probably not find me attractive. I'm a little too geeky. I have a brain and I'm not afraid to use it and frankly I carry it everywhere I go. On second thought, maybe The Marlboro Man would find me attractive, but as soon as I started arguing about Kant or programming best practices he would get bored fast.
So if you are still reading and interested chew on this for awhile. I really do like to talk about programming best practice... lovely topic. I like what I do for work and I'm good at it. I work 70+ hours a week and have a . I typically don't cook or clean. I don't date republicans as a general rule; they have bad statisticians. I rarely get to go out and it's even more rare for me to meet a guy on this site. And if that doesn't discourage you well... maybe we should talk.
My two favorite things that I like to do besides chat in the Southern chat room are: reading (love Terry Pratchett) and listening to music (I still like James Blunt to tell me I'm beautiful every morning).
By the way, as of a year ago... I am spoken for. He comes on as WinnandNico. Check us out.
Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
We met in a quiet, clean, dark bar. The walls are mahogany
paneling and the booths are tall and private. The fixtures
are brass or tiffany. Nothing trendy ... the kind of place
everyone drinks knob creek. The always young and always
males bar tenders dress in silk vests and bow ties and they
never meet your eyes. They are discrete. <br><br>
I am ...late. I am wearing a green silk dress... the kind
that slides on and off so easily, comes to the knee and drapes
to reveal cleavage. I am wearing only the dress and strapy
sandals. You are sitting in the corner at the counter with
a good view of the stained glass door. The counter is long
with a fat three inch brass railing along the edge. We locked
eyes shortly after I entered the door and they never leave
yours as I walk along the long counter to where you sit. I
walk slowly to your side trailing my hand along the brass
railing. <br><br>
I lay my purse on the counter and kiss you on the check. I brush
my lips against your ear... “Hello lover.” The young bartender
comes over and simply places a napkin down in front of me.
I say, “Greyhound in a martini glass please.” He briskly
walks off. You just smile reassuringly and deftly, quietly
take my left wrist in your right hand and pull it behind my
back. You use your left hand to softly but steadily push
my right arm back so that my other wrist meets your hand.
You take one of my wrists between your thumb and index finger
and the other wrist between your index finger and all the
rest softly securing my attention. Your other hand is now
on your drink. My look of quiet, anxious submission ....
I know I'm late... moves you. You shuffle in your seat
and pull down on my wrists bringing your hand and my wrists
to the middle of my ass. I have to arch my back to comply. <br><br>
I look at you quizzically and you nod your head for me to come
closer. I lean over and you whisper with your eyes boring
into my soul .. “I want your ear”. I turn my head and put my
ear up to your lips. Your hand does not leave my wrists and
you tell me this ... <br><br>
“I am going to take you home after I finish my drink. I am going
to put you in my 2008 Aston Martin DB9 slowly so I can catch
a glimpse up your leg as you sit down. And remember later
that I said slowly... let the valet see. I need to stop and
pick up a cigar...not a good cigar... a cigar in a tube. It
takes 20 minutes to get home from here; I've timed it.
I want you take all of those twenty minutes to take your dress
off... slowly... once centimeter at a time. I do not want
you to speak. Don't speak even if someone is watching
you through the window of the car while I go in for the cigar.”
<br><br>
“When we get back to my house wait for me to let you out of the
car. Do not move unless I tell you to. I will lead you into
the study. Here I want you to finish undressing while I smoke
a cigar... slowly. When you are done sit with only your toes
and knees touching the floor and spread your knees apart.
Place your hands on your thighs and wait for me.” <br><br>
“When I come to you you must not speak. I am going to first
lick and pull hard your breasts and then put nipple clamps
on. I will put them just a little tighter then you can stand.
Then I will take the strap attached and pull. I will pull
you and you will walk across the room on your hands and knees.
I will parade you around the room, around my desk, tugging
and no matter how hard I tug you must crawl slowly. You are
to arch your back. Then and only then will I allow you to speak...I
want you to beg me to let you suck my cock.” <br><br>
You say, “Go ahead ... practice now.” I lean so my lips barely
touch your ear. .. “Please, please let me suck your cock.
Please.” <br><br>
You whisper, “That will do for now. I will take my cock out
of my charcoal suit pants. Then I will take the strap and
wrap it around your neck pulling your nipples up. I will
place the head of my cock on your lips. You will lick my cock.
You will lick down my shaft ... get it good and wet. Then lick
my balls; try and take them one at a time in your mouth. When
I am good and wet I want you to fuck my cock with your mouth.”
<br><br>
You say, “I want to hear you practice again.” So, again,
I lean to your ear with my lips pressed hot.. “Please, please,
I beg you, please let me suck your cock right now. Please.”
There is some desperation now in my voice.. this is torture
in its purest form... and all I want now is to have you in me.
<br><br>
You say, “ Whilst you are fucking my cock with your mouth
you will look into my eyes and do not look away. I will grab
a fist full of hair and push you down on my cock. I will control
how you suck my cock slowly. I will with each stroke push
you further and further onto my cock. After each stroke
down I will begin to pull harder and faster. When you start
to gag I will hold you there. You must learn to suck my cock
well; this will train you. You must keep looking in my eyes.
I will hold you there until tears stream down your checks.
Then I will let you up for air.” <br><br>
People are starting to notice us in the bar. I am squirming
a little uncomfortable with their eyes watching us and
because I am starting to get wet. I really want to be doing
this now, not talking about it, and I haven't had any
of my drink. You squeeze my wrists in a reassuring manner.
<br><br>
You say, “When I am done training you I will place a cock gag
in your mouth and strap it on tight. This will be a little
larger than you think you can handle... this too will train
you. If I think it looks good on you I might leave it for a day
or so. I will lead you, you will crawl, around the room again
as I admire your ass... be sure to arch your back.” <br><br>
A booth becomes free and you notice. The booth is dark and
deep and the bench is shaped like a horseshoe. You nod in
that direction and let go of my wrists. I resist the urge
to rub them and pick up my drink and purse. I slide around
the rounded booth to the center facing out and can't
see anyone else in the bar... it is very dark. The bar's
counter is only lit from underneath giving off an eerie
glow. The overhead tiffany are too far away to light our
way. You slide in next to me on my right side and start talking
in your normal voice. Others might be able to hear you if
they were listening... but your voice does not carry in
the muted wood booth. <br><br>
You say, “Drink your drink.” And we sit in silence for some
time... I am acutely aware of your presence and you feel
powerful, hunting for me. I reach for my drink trembling.
You reach out your hand and steady mine, gently squeezing
my wrist. <br><br>
You slide closer to me and place your right hand on the inside
of my right knee... on my flesh, flat palm. You say, “Keep
looking straight ahead and keep casually drinking your
drink.” I try to make my face into stone... but I know you
can see right through me. You inch your hand up my thigh.
You slide closer and start breathing in my ear.. hot, like
when you are fucking me. You inch your hand up my thigh. “Rub
your pussy on the seat.” I roll my hips on the seat and squeeze
my legs together to send a tingle to my clit. You pinch the
inside of my thigh, which makes me squirm and you inch your
hand up my thigh. “Does your clit feel good?” I nod my head.
You inch your hand up my thigh. You start breathing heavier
again... breathing my name...You inch your hand up my thigh.
I roll my head around unable to sit still and not react physically
to you. “Rub your pussy on the seat again.” I roll and squeeze
my clit... you pinch and inch up my thigh. Your hand is about
three quarters of the way up my thigh... and you say, “Spread
your legs wide.” Your legs are in the way of my moving my right
leg, so I lift it up over your legs, but the table is in the
way. Just then a bartender appears with a white table clothe
and drapes it over the end of the table. I pick up my drink
and purse as he arranges. You take the opportunity with
your left hand to pull me wider, roughly scraping the bottom
of the table. You say, “Nothing else, ” and the bartender vanishes.
<br><br>
My right foot is now on the bench on the other side of your
legs across your lap. “Put your other foot up on the other
side.” And as I move my foot up you inch up my leg... very close
to my pussy. I can feel the heat of your hand. You reach out
a single finger and caress my lips. And just as jolting you
remove your hand. Your hand is on top of the table and you
take a swig of your drink.. take out an ice cube. My eyes get
wide. <br><br>
You say, “Tilt your pussy forward and look at the bar....do
not move.” I can tell you are intently watching my face.
You rub the ice across my lips. You say, “This is not how it
will go later for you. Later you will be hot... now you need
to cool off.” And you insert the ice into my pussy pushing
it all the way up with my slick juices... pushing it all the
way up with two fingers. It takes everything I have not to
moan. I bring my hand up to my mouth and bit on fleshy part
under the thumb. You say, “You moved. Later then as I parade
you around my office I will spank you.” I lower my hand slowly
and take a sip of my drink... If I am to be spanked my logic
says to earn the spanking well. So I roll my hips and press
down on your fingers. You curl your fingers up to my g-spot
and place your thumb on my clit. You say, “Stop it now, “ and
I freeze able to obey. You rub your thumb on my clit massaging
either side of my nub to get at the sensitive parts. You curl
your fingers up and down inside my pussy rubbing my g-spot.
<br><br>
You say, “Now... where did I leave off. You are being spanked
and crawling on your hands and knees and when I am ready I
will pull you up and bend you over my desk. With one hand on
your head holding your down I will rub your pussy...just
like I am doing now... just to make sure you are good and ready.”
You pull one finger out of my pussy and push against my ass.
<br><br>
You say, “Tilt forward. I will put one finger in your ass.
And when you are ready I will take the cigar tube and fill
your ass with it. I will fuck you slowly with the cigar tube.
And after you moan the first time.. and you will moan ...
as I rub your clit and fuck your ass with a cigar tube... I
will enter your pussy.” <br><br>
You are rubbing my steadily underneath the table...my
clit, my pussy, and my ass. I am drenched. You continue,
but there is no more to your story. You are watching my face
and waiting.... you keep rubbing and rubbing slowly. Pressing
harder against my clit. I reach out with a shaky hand and
finish my drink... calm, knowing the storm will come. <br><br>
I say, “Can we go now?” You grab my purse in your wet right
hand and my wrist in your left and pull me out of the booth.
What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Rimming, Light Bondage, Hard Bondage, Candle Wax, Spanking, Handcuffs/Shackles, Blindfolds, Massage
What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Experience in a certain role (top/bottom; master/slave), Open to ménage à trois and/or orgies, Sexual appetite, Creativity/Kinkiness level
