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Hello,
I'm searching for a whip wielding, leather clad Dominatrix who will grind my manhood into the dirt with her thigh-high leather boots. No smokers or weirdos please. Must own a boat...
On to the real stuff:
I would love to share this remaining bit of life with a true partner; to share the wonders of art and science, holding hands while enjoying local events together, laughing and loving, and nights alone when I worship you...and suffer for you. I would be happiest if I could perform all of the tasks and chores that are the mundane drudgery in your life, giving you time for yourself and what gives your life meaning...as what seems to give my life meaning is serving that someone special.
I will not suppress who I am to be with someone. I'm a great guy...responsible, masculine, a little too serious, sarcastic, witty, caring, romantic, intelligent, strong willed, and **very** turned on by female domination; I've had way too many women who've been very attracted to me, as long as I drop the last part.
I'm me. All of me makes who I am. I will not suppress any part of me to make you happy...I only hope who I am can bring happiness into your life.
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I would also be open to providing domestic services for the right woman. There would be no expectation of sex in any form. I will perform real work:cook, clean, do laundry, run errands. You would have a real maid...for free. I'm a pretty darn good cook and enjoy cooking healthy dinners using the freshest produce and herbs.
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Some years ago when I was a full-time, single dad, I couldn't help but notice all the Harley riders cruising around town as I was driving my daughter to one of her many events. A lot of the bikers had an attractive woman holding on tight, arms wrapped tightly around leather jackets.
I was taken back to a welder I used to work with, who was also an ardent biker. In one of our few discussions he pointed out how badly he treated "bitches", and how much "ass" he got. From what I could gather from our mutual friends, he was not lying on either matter. From what I understood, he had a steady stream of attractive women that would be at his beck and call. The couple of pictures that were shared with me also gave some verification to at least the attractiveness of the women he attracted.
One of the things I learned quickly in life is that the chick-flick plot of full-time dads being attractive to women is quite the misnomer; I was told by one close and respected woman friends, the last thing a woman wants to do is to compete against his little princess for affection.
I want nothing more than to treat a woman like a princess, like a queen to an absurd degree, and I fear I shall never have that in my life. As I begin my search for my queen I find myself in company with a couple of young fin-dommes and lesbians. I really have nothing against either, but I do wonder if I shall ever find someone I can share the rest of this life with: someone I can love, someone I can share a cup of coffee with, someone I can serve and suffer for...
Life is a strange beast.
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| Age: 38 |
| Hamburg,
Germany |
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