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My profile name is a big clue to anyone wondering what it is i like. My fetish is cum. Specifically cum in my clothes in places where people can't see it. That way it is almost my own little secret. I walk around like a normal person, acting like a normal person, everyone else blissfully unaware that right now, in my socks, or knickers, my bra or tights, is a cum stain or freshly drying cum. Some of the more curious amongst you might wonder how it is that me, an apparently brilliant, amazing, charismatic and not to mention, gorgeous 25 year old would develop such an unusual fetish. I have two words for you wikipedia-loving, encylonerds: the internet. Go on enough websites, look at enough pictures and read enough nasty stories and you'll find everything normal boring and everything unusual your only ticket to sexual satisfaction. To you other sort of people who have simply read that I am a sub and are now going to tell me to 'get on my knees' as if I can magically suck cock through a web browser, go fuck yourselves. Perhaps if you learnt how to communicate in sentences, shaved your gandalf beards and actually bothered to form a relationship, you might end up in one.
Things I like: Words beginning with V. Vagina. Valium. Viagra. Virulent. Vapid. Vantastic (ok I made that one up). Colours. Sex. Good sex. Great sex. Indifferent sex. Amazing sex. Surprise sex. Hungover sex. I really shouldn't but ok sex. You're not my type sex. You are my type sex. Cuddle me afterwards sex. Wow did we just have sex, sex? And Caterpillars. I just find them cute.
I am not here looking to travel to American to become incarcerated in some austistic pleasure-cage where a basement-dweller will whip me every friday between reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am looking for someone who is fun to hang out with, who shares my fetish, who may or may not have great taste in music, films and cartoons (Adventure Time ftw). We may date. We may get married. We may just hold hands, go to the zoo, and then fondle eachother until you cum all over my stockings, go red and walk back to your grandma's house. Who knows. Whether you are 26 or 68 all that really matters is your personality. Oh and don't message me pretending to be a girl. Just don't. Spend 5 seconds making an account under your own gender, send me a message, be yourself and perhaps you'll finally make it to first base.
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