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| A few honest facts about me.
1. I'm not looking for anything in particular on this site. Frankly I come here when I'm bored and entertain myself reading weird profiles. (Yes, I know, I'm one to talk.) I'd love to make a friend or two, but I haven't had much luck with that thus far.
I'm not looking to be owned. I'm not looking for a sexual or romantic relationship, whether kinky or vanilla. I might consider a non-sexual play partner if I meet just the right person, but I do get plenty of play here in the local community so I'm not really seeking that either. I also sometimes enjoy a bit of online role play, I am not one of those people who thinks that just because it's not in person doesn't mean it's not real, so if you're into that and we get along, I'd be happy to find a roleplay/online domination partner or two.
(I should also note that while my sexual orientation is primarily gay, and I am only attracted to males, my play orientation is whoever's willing to swing a flogger, I submit as happily to women as to men.)
2. I'm not on the standard gender binary. I use "male" on this site because I feel it comes closest. I identify as a man. I do *not* identify as a transwoman, which is how this site treats the term "transgender." (Seriously, it seems to assume that all transgender people are male-to-female! I did actually have transgender checked here for a while, and the responses I got were ridiculous.)
3. I don't list "vampirism" among my fetishes lightly. I am a practicing sanguinary vampire, and if you don't know what that means, it means that I do literally drink blood. I don't merely role play, I am not an energy or psychic vampire, and it goes beyond being a kink into being an important part of who I am.
I drink only from willing donors, and I do so fairly infrequently. It's not a food or dietary need, I won't die or get sick without it. What it *is* exactly is harder to explain. If you really care you can ask and I'll try.
I do try to always respond to messages, but I don't always get them right away, I don't spend a lot of time on this site.
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Long time, no see, collarspace. I haven't been on the site in ages, but somebody reminded me that it still existed at a new url, so I dropped by to check it out. Looks like mostly the same old, same old here. Maybe this time I'll meet somebody worth talking to though, who knows? Right now what I'd really like is to find a local blood donor, but pigs will probably fly first. :D |
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Been getting into kitty play lately. It's fun! Also a bit of ageplay. Being a kittenboy is all kinds of amusing and entertaining. And even if nobody wants to play with me, I can always just bat around a ball of yarn. :3 |
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Really just kind of want to bite somebody today. Or be bitten. Whichever. *sigh* |
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In a world of black, where shadows lie thickly and all things seem as dark, as false, as flat as silhouettes against a colorless sky, I crave bright redness.
I am drowning in that black. It stains my wings, tar-thick, dragging me to the ground where it oozes up around me. My heart seems, in this moment, to be empty. It does not beat. How can it? I need your redness to fill it, so it can beat again. Truth is nothing, the pulse my finger can detect at my throat meaningless, in the face of that emptiness, that need. And oh how I need it! I can nearly taste it, old-penny flavor on my tongue, warmth filling my mouth, filling that empty spot within.
I scratch at my own wrist, drawing forth a feeble thread of red, but it leaves me as empty as before. For it is not just the blood. Not just the warm-metal-salt taste of it. I need too that moment just before your redness becomes mine. That moment when you lay your hand on my head, and nod, and say "Yes, boy. You may take what you need."
I would take it with my own teeth if I could, but the touch of steel on your skin suffices. I could not bear to hurt you. Your pain is not what I crave, only your blood. I can picture it, welling up, beading on your skin. The first taste is always so sweet. The first touch of your heart to mine. "The blood is the life," he said. And it is. Your life, shared with me. A precious gift that I take with gratitude, my head bent as I drink. Each mouthful is a tiny part of you, given to me.
That other gift is easy, a white heat that demands fulfillment, a monkey coupling driven by urges that haven't changed in a billion years. This gift is harder. There is no monkey urge demanding you give it. You grant me that which I need because you care.
Joy fills me as much as passion, your redness letting my heart beat once more. |
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Writing smut is way too much fun.
That is all. :D |
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Re-arranged and updated my profile just a bit today.
I am so looking forward to Tuesday, I have a date, so to speak. Not the romantic or sexual kind, this is the really fun kind involving things like rope and floggers and all that good stuff. |
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Man, I am bored today. Having a day off is saving my sanity, but now I think I've broken myself, I worked so hard the last month that I don't remember what to do when I'm not working! :) Though I'll be taking another day off (or evening off at least) to go to a local kinky party on Tuesday. Am really looking forward to it. Maybe somebody will do something fun to me! |
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I have no idea why I visit this site anymore. *sigh* It's pretty pointless. I'm not even looking for a mate. I'm not even looking for a play partner! All I want is maybe a friend. And I still can't find any, everybody on here seems obsessed with the meat market. |
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| Age: 24 |
| United Kingdom |
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