akaydia

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	About akaydia Recently moved.What I need is a female companion. Sometimes I can feel like a fish in a tiny fish bowl just making the bubbles with those little bulging eyes looking out thinking who will tap the glass. Will she play? Will she like me is the thought process.I fail to have my female partner I crave that the longer it exist the loneliness grows. I ask where is my affection. Something I can promise I crave affection. It could be morning. Day. Night. Some one who wants to be an entangled mess within my body is so hard to find it is a crime within itself that I wish did not exist. A warm lap is something I love to find myself on. To nurture and be nurtured would be ideal. Lick me from head to toe. Just because they can. Exploration. Not hinder my exhibitionist side that is so ready to come out and play but encourage it. I say I want sex outside. You say okay. Where. When. Bare ass in mother natures playground . Grass stained knees. Dirty is the possibility but who cares it is an itch that feels good once you get all 10 fingernails planted firmly on my ass. I have an appetite and I want it filled where I cant even stomach it anymore. A lack of mercy leaving both of my set of lips swollen to its maximum. I need to be on my hands and knees begging for that double penetration. Thighs left with its own agenda that I have no control to how much they tremble. Spasm in unison from the sexual exhaustion of my body under your blows. A whimpering. Injured and bruised animal in her own puddle of mess to squat in. I need something primal that will make the sweat bead up. A mark with a color to be envy of. An ouch producing smile. I need a switch female or sexually aggressive female to grow with . Mentally to stimulate my mind that I can learn from. She needs to be a complete subslave with a male but with me its fair game. I give you neither role you have to be. To be In love with the fact I so need to have your sexual dominance and your submission. You are foaming at the mouth to do both. No hesitation. Produce the action. Stimulation and see if being a sexual deviant is as much fun as I know it is. As much fun as youll let me have and like wise. I you.

I just got a message by a male dom.he said'i want to punch you in the face'. Is that a pick up line?if so sure did nothing to my girl parts.

here is another so called master pissed off since i said no and the conversation shining a light on how big of a master he really is.

shamrockrules on 12/21/15 at 6:23 AM:
its ok sir just out of curiosity what the fuck are you seeking to annoy me

akaydia on 12/21/15 at 6:20 AM:
ok

shamrockrules on 12/21/15 at 6:16 AM:
and i dont date queers or dumbasses either i dont give a fuck what your seeking lady your not passionate you dont date what are you a smartass,dumbass slut you just want to annoy real men im busy talking to real sweet subs fuck you dumbass im to nice to even talk to you and u dont have any qualities so far i adore u make my cock shrink actually not my type go argue with these dumbass loosers i like real sweet passionate girls who say sir and need a real man monogomous no offence your a bitch im shur of it

akaydia on 12/21/15 at 6:11 AM:
I hope you can find what you are looking for then on here.I am not looking for a bf or a master so I think it is safe to say we wouldn't be a good fit.since our interests are not the same.

shamrockrules on 12/21/15 at 6:06 AM:
im good babe , im not into bs or talking right now sir is common , master is later im in a horny mood not a lets have a arguement or mental conversation i like looking at that ass , and truelly love your breasts , im playful i want a girl friend and who is sweet and understanding me and my girl will make our own rules .

Now his last message sent he corrects me by saying i should be saying yes Sir.Now Sir is used with a man you have respect for and an actual true friend you have grown to trust.now you tell me at what point did he respect me to earn the respect?His behavior was disrespectful.why he got a ok not okay Sir.It is a joke how people demand a title of respect but act like this.Another man who should pack his bags and leave the master role behind till he gets some clue on how a man should act.One thing he is right i am a bitch when i deal with morons first thing in the morning.the man is still sending me messages since i ignored him.needy mother fucker isn't he :P

Loneliness isn't defined by how much less of a room is filled. Loneliness is when a room is filled and still it is a representation of what loneliness can truly be. I have had reason to think about something called abandonment.i am talking about before a child can remember clearly a string of memories they can recall as a child.Before their little mind can compose thoughts to the connection this is what it is.Experience of it before tasting it. There is a difference between later life development of it and the diaper stage of a child. You can't fully fathom the depth to what it is in its purest form if abandonment you equavulate to a break up.There is no fight or flight it is a indifference to should i take an extra step in either direction.abandonment issues have created commitment issues for me.i still get attached but there are interchangeable lapse of time of i will disconnect.forming the game of catch me if you can.tag your it.

I started to think today.I don't know how many times I felt possibly offended that I have heard from a different pair of lips you are no submissive for the simple fact I don't fall in line. I don't stand in this strait lace path of the generalized idea of what a submissive is. I am not that sub you should easily believe you can manipulate. Maybe my approach was wrong.Just maybe I should've of cocked my head batted my eyes. The devilish half grin.Then in the sweetest little voice spat out."no my lord.You are not mistaken i am nothing like a pure submissive. So please i got two set of cheeks to redden and three sets of holes to tear into.May we see about that submission." Begging with my eyes for them to hit hard. I have never said I am not the challenge.I am dead on.Set in only bowing to one man/woman.That is the simplicity of my submission. Doesn't leave much room for 99.9 of the population and the chance you fall in that percentage.I say it's pretty much a golden guarantee you are shit out of luck.If I do bow down it's because I care about that dominant to do so. I don't live to serve. That is the realistic stand point. If you are not my caretaker and if I call you Sir/Miss it's purely a word symbolizing respect not I am a your submissive.I can learn from dominants who don't own me. I have a good amount of dominant traits that when I am told to follow suit. It can seem so unnatural.I want to be the one swatting you or probing your holes in any sadistic way I feel will move me. Then there is" the one" that I will simple melt for. Be putty in their hands. Liquified metal. hot to the touch when simple grazed by their fingertips.I would lick the sole of their boots when it came down to it.The purring kitten who will roll on her belly for just one long rub.Extending between those thighs and just waiting to have that ongoing spasm to get those eyes rolling. I provide no mix signals.If I give you some of my time. The choice is given to you to fail or succeed as the door is cracked.You either spat on the submission i gave you or you enter with a sincere hand.A pure heart. filled will noble intentions. First sign that you deceive.The first time you lie.You start becoming dead to me. What once made you look great has now been stripped.There is no perfection.I know that.I adore imperfections.True admittance of a weakness favorable.Producing a vulnerability.This is how i become a submissive to you. When you remove the shit.The wall you hide behind to make you less of a imperfect creature.I submit to vulnerability.Your aggression and strength is there to keep me in place once you've left me defenseless. use your body to pin me to something hard. A solid barrier for my body to be slammed against..The back brace to my new love."Submission". Your bed post should be my home.The day my eyes show the first sign of that union of fear and excitement then that is the first day of me letting your grip have an impact.

Problems deemed unfixable. Not a present cure to straddle. Struggle under dysfunction. The creation you see in the mirror. Stands upright. Fixed to wobble on the two legs of failure. For the less desirable minds. Grudge nips at the heels.A mere voice. Flesh glued together.A singular blade. Your glimmer and shine so lovely between finger tips. In a safe haven for a rainier day.Your warmth.Generated heat. Misplaced .Insulation denied.Feelings of i am less then more. Embedded beneath a fractured meat structure. Left to decay.The judgement is exhaled from foreign lips that ride the wind. To kiss the ear with aggression. Disposable. Replaceable.non-permanent. Removal is the permanent deal left inconsideration.Fend on your own.A bitter pool nestled on a moist tongue.Arched to swallow the hard facts of reality.Freedom. Absolutely never is in existence.Options forced to make prematurely. Promises lucid.Transformed lies.Protectors for the weak fall short. Conditioned in the belief nothing stays to help aid. Feeling helpless with each disappointment. Brittle. Less then the lovely creature in the eyes of the beholder. Sadness met with delicate hands. The unselfish juggler of my emotions.Birthright owner of the familiarity to the reflection.

Mistakes are made when a mind is not at its best as a functional well oiled machine. Thought is less then admirable. Its more punishable for the right reasons and one of the many crimes not forgotten.forgiven.Not a chance in that.Stored for the right to use to strike.Slay the beast when stepping out of its permitted line of confinement.A logical debate done in pairs. love with a pinch of hate.You are what exist in the grip.The not enough to suppress. Saints dwindle.The judge .Jury .Executioner rise with a vulgar lashing of the tongue. As it dominates the pathetic beggar asking for forgiveness. A naive mind.Behavior questionable on display. Self infliction.Accidental. Not dismissed.Raw.Bound to be what i am.A Walking breathing mistake created in the flesh.A fool who falls victim to emotion.A slave to its will as i follow on a short leash. Molded into a state of awareness as the day grows short. Relationships become spoil goods. Done purely by the not so nice piece of faulty machine i am wired to be . Devotion is the animal that weeps.It knows its own demise. Not the tied sweet morsel nestled between your thighs but doomed to be rejected in the later. Not the now. Unclaimed property .It served a purpose. Time easily spent.A white lie clinging on the back of an intentional lie.Its native tongue using i don't knows as its truth to be told. Pretend confusion. The easy. Believable way out to cling to security. Partial truth cemented securely in the realm of partnership.The union of the imperfections finding middle false perfection. Acceptance. Failure is the a realistic guarantee. The battered marriage. Who will stay. Who will go. Trust in me i will fail.Spotlight on true admittance.The enemy we love to hate. Eagerly ready to cage in its less then nonfictional state of purity. Words that slash with precision.A pungent.bitter taste solidified.

The older I have gotten. To say I was unaware of the lack of how a mind can be so unbalance would be inaccurate. I have learn something.That there can be 2 types people with some variation .One has become so out of tune with emotion. The fancy the spot between the surface and the bottomless pit of no feeling. They just dangle there. On their swing of confusion. Ever so in control but the feeling of anger is what can jerk them out of the comatose state they have mutated into. Broken down machines and when you have been around long enough you know when they are mechanical in everything done to keep there little safety in tack. Hurt but not alive or dead.Nor can you help them to share that little swing they selfishly like to keep their ass secure on.For What reason I don't care.Your insides dug out. mind fucked. It is a bleeding heart story of she/he destroy my inability to feel. Bullshit to that. I am tired of how one needs to be sympathetic to self inflicted emotional pain. Patient and understanding for the ones who lost connection to provide the simplest forms of affection. When in reality you just want to knock their comfy ass off that swing of confusion Only to look at them. smiling politely ".I am sorry did you fall flat on your face. You looked too numb for comfort my friend." Then forcefully pinning them down and only to loosen that grip till they agree to actually feel again without hesitation.The second type of person can feel and can be irrational but can comprehend much more. I use to think neediness was a sign of desperation. Weakness. The ones who just beg to be loved and touched just was too much but are they or simple just too charged to be handle by anyone less than deserving of the purity of their affection and the love they unselfishly offer? Emotional beings will test the uncomfortable numb ones and yes the moment of failure can be the taste of disappointment. I also use to think at times if one wasn't loved it was something that was not in them that was right for the other to love them but truth be told if you can't love something that will give you love then it's you that failed on your part to love something. Easier to blame confusion. I think people are just fucked up anyways. Repetitive behavior.Poor decision making is part of our genetic flaws we inherited from day one.Why can be a word that can leave a person tongue tied. They simple did it because they had to carry through. Not because they cared. It didn't matter. It was just a plan that was set up. I have played Russian roulette with my feelings. Given the loaded gun and knew bullets would surely hit my already broken body. It called surrendering. knowing they could surely destroy. Maim me. It is this simple I will give you the means to destroy. I will provide you with the slit in the wall to slither through. I will give you every reason to want to silence me.Even the tongue to bite down on willingly. I'll give you the right to crank the smile on my face as easily as you can put one on this face of mine. Touch me. Inflict the pain. The pleasure. Sacrifice my chances to stand upright. I had a friend who asked why do you do the things with whom you do it with? Its because I still consist of a warm body who believes in a silly little notion sometimes we have to be ready to pay a heavy price in the pursuit of finding love. Not blindly. Not in denial about the facts as you are doing so but completely open to pain rearing its ugly head in the process. I have became increasingly tired that the only consistencies is the inconsistencies that transformed into consistencies. The lack of eye contact when a person is fumbling for a answer when you ask why. Then when you ask a direct question they want to give a generalize answer that pertain to all people not you. I will judge. There is a right and wrong answer. Generalization. Disconnection seems to find themselves related.

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