Approach me like were both people, not our designated kink labels and well do just fine.
Bad things I like
Intelligence. The look in his eyes as hes removing his belt. A strong hand around my throat. Predicaments. Pleading and begging and deaf ears. Forearms and fists. Bruises and bite marks. Tears. CNC. Fear and emotional turmoil. Possibilities. Casual violence. Bloody lips and bruised egos. Harsh words in a soft whisper. Being broken. Being made to do things I dont enjoy. Mind fuckery and manipulation. A soft stroke to the cheek followed by a swift, hard slap. Vulnerability. Intelligence.
Life likes
Affection and adoration. Snuggles and stroking. Netflix and chill. Slow and lazy Sunday morning sex. Coffee in bed, preferably made by someone else. Taking pics of myself in pretty lingerie and heels to satisfy my inner attention whore. You, making me blush. Yoga. Potato chips and junk food. Adventures with a partner in crime - whatever they may be. Watching sports. Getting lost in a good book. Kisses and winks and being called baby. Red lips and nails. Killer heels and pretty lace. Being put on a pedestal and being dragged back down off of it from time to time. Being corrupted.
Hard limits
Mushrooms. Awkward silences. My bad driving skills. Being ignored. Superiority. Being cold. Orgasm denial. Spiders.
