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About 65subSeeker
Do you remember me? Our souls have danced in the bodies of others in the past. Remember… I am that little boy you met on the playground in first grade. I would chase you with your jump rope. You would allow me to catch you behind the trees and out of sight of the other children. I would then wrap the rope around you and put you on the ground. I would straddle and taunt you. You would pretend to try to free yourself. Then the bell would ring and we would go inside. I hard, you wet; but we would conceal it from each other and the world, keeping it our secret. We are older now. I am the boy that you would wrestle with in the barn as you were blossoming into a young woman. I, completely aware or your maturing figure would tickle you to the ground and straddle you with your hands pinned above your head. I would get harder as I eased my developing manhood over your young breast, closer to your mouth. You could feel the firmness of your nipples as I passed over them. You breathe would quicken as I came closer...Then stop as neither one of us dare break the rules or risk our friendship. Years later as teenagers we would travel to the nearby lake on Saturday mornings and wrestle in the water; you trying to dunk me under the water by rapping your body around and over me. Always unsuccessful, but never seeming to mind as your head would be submerged. Then, as you would surface with my help and still in my arms, your strap off your shoulder partially exposing your perky pink nipple. You would look at me out of the corner of your eye as you re-adjusted yourself, then we would do it all over again. As we wrestled, I would accidental grab your breast and you my cock, thinking it went un-noticed by the other, all the while others looked on, wanting to join in Now, I am the dark stranger in your closet, under your bed, just outside your door. I am the one with a lifetime of experience and skill as a Dom that lurks in the dark shadows of your mind and memory. The one of whom you imagine and dream about when getting off in the middle of the night. I am your destiny that you seek, but elude. I am your desire by whom you await to be captured. I am at the doorstep of your soul, pounding softly with a force you can no longer resist. It is time to open the door. I am here and you are the woman that wants to discover more than the vanilla world of meaningless sex. A woman that dreams of stealing away in the middle of the day to rendezvous for an encounter of experienced lust and play. A woman that is not afraid to re-connect, even if only for the moment, and experience the intrigue of penetration as never before. Your mind and body to be opened and implanted with memories upon which you will visit long after I have gone. Truth from fantasy: The truth is what you make it. Imagine meeting in the clearing of an oak forest. You, dressed as instructed: skirt, blouse and shoes; and I, ready to explode from my pants. As I throw the blanket into the air, the wind catches it like a parachute as it gently drifts down to the forest floor. The wind dances around us and slowly breezes up your skirt to your pantyless little waxed pussy, leaving goosebumps as it passes between your legs. “Remove your shoes” is whispered in your ear to which you quickly comply. As you rise, you feel me behind you, my hands on your waist slowly moving up to your breast as your blouse is lifted over your head. “Need I use my ropes?" You glance over at the soft nylon rope hanging out of my bag of treats and proudly proclaim “No Sir” as you stretch your silky body on the blanket extending your arms above your head, your breast from and pointed illuminated by the sun's rays peeking through the trees. Your nipples erect as you peer into the clear blue abyss above. You feel my hands on your ankles, slowly spreading your legs apart and exposing your clit to the cool air. As the breeze gently kisses your clit, a chill runs deep through your entire body. You look to the sky and tree tops over you and admire their beauty and serenity. A shiver embraces you as you feel my tongue upon your clit, sucking and licking, freeing your mind to melt into your surroundings... and me. I seek you upon whom I may indulge with my experience and skills and together learn and explore that which remains undiscovered and beyond what life has allowed thus far…Your future awaits your discovery... |
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It's sad that I am accused of copying that which I write simply because it is coherent and thoughtful. We have become so illiterate and lazy that when one reads something of substance, content and thought, we insist it a copy and too good to be true. Well I'm here and too good to be true except to those wise enough to seek my training and use. |
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Another reason I like inexperienced women is they are wanting and willing to learn. They have sexual and inner curiosity and seek to understand their submissiveness. |
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My rope does not restrict you; rather it sets you free by binding your inhibitions and allowing you to freely enjoy the exploration of you and your submissiveness. My training will allow you to become comfortable with your submissiveness, make you an excellent life partner while preserving your unique confidence and strength. We will become connected in a way you have not connected with anyone before and learn how you are to be treated by your future partner; with respect and love. Our separation will be difficult, but you will be well prepared for a partnership that will endure and last. My previous subs are now happy in their life choices and partnerships. Read my profile for further understanding of this and more... |
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Female Submissive, 65, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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