I learned something today. :)
I’m not looking for romance in my potential partners, I’m looking for order and discipline.
I keep seeking something and not finding it in any of the guys I’ve dated…or fucked. And it’s a firm hand. Barrel Chest was rough but didn’t really command my obedience. When it came down to brass tax he was in it for the company and I was in it for the fucking. I had him wrapped around my little finger. He got attached to me because he liked me the way a pet likes its master.
I wanna be the pet, goddammit!
Why is it apparently so hard to find a good partner who will enforce some rules on me? I like kinky shit…and a finger up my cunt while we’re clinking wine glasses at a restaurant is not kinky. It’s hot, but not kinky. Fucking me in the ass is also hot…but not necessarily kinky. Dirty talking? Depends on the words and the tone, but everything I’ve gotten in a good long while has been hot but not kinky.
I’m tempted to go venture out to Paddles and see if I get picked up (see? submissive) by someone nice, but I’m really just not into the whole “scene” or whatever. Or maybe I’m just intimidated and need someone to slap my face and say, “You’ll fucking go and you’ll fucking like it, slut! Now get on your knees and suck!”
