curioustom

As out of place as it may be here, in this place.

I am looking for a loving nurturing relationship with a dominant woman.

Life makes sense for me with a dominant woman. At the helm? life is too fluid to say. At times one carries another. In the end of the day, though, I will still happily wear my collar lovingly kiss her foot.

Kinks can be wonderful.

What I need now is a hug.

Forgive me for being sentimental. I recently watched the princess bride. Again. One of the last lines stuck in my brain. In the entire history of kisses there have been five perfect ones (or something like that).

I'm looking for one of those.

Well, one of those with just a little bit extra.

I'm lying on my side in bed, both my hands wrapped tightly against the metallic bar. Her plastic cock inside me. I'm breathing hard. She slides out, and slowly back in again. I moan, I exhale. I wonder what she's thinking. Her cock feels as if it reaches all the way to my heart. She's moving again, inside. I shudder and moan loudly. My body wants her. Maybe she's toying with me. I remember my first girlfriend, when we made out in bed my legs suddenly spread. She asked me why and I couldn't answer. Her cock is thrust deep; I shake and whimper. My breathing shallow and fast. I'm hoping she still respects me. I'm her pet, I'm under her spell, and still. She quickens her pace. My mouth opens wide and nothing comes out, pleasure with some pain. I never want her to stop.

I open my eyes and she's gone. I want her. It sounds like a cliché', but I want her inside me. Body, soul, mind. I need her.

It happens, it doesn't stay here all the time though. I get this ache in my heart. That woman who should be above - she's not there. It hurts. Her absence physically hurts. All the way knowing that going vanilla won't work - I've tried it and failed again and again. I need her above, otherwise it just wouldn't be right.

There is no place I feel more myself than when I lay down on the floor and feel your foot resting casually on my head. Oh I could ramble on about the why, or about how did I get here. But this is neither the time, nor the place.

I struggle with what more to write. So much comes to mind; too much; and I don't wish to lose anyone solely based on too much text (it can happen). I will describe who I am and what I'm looking for shortly, and be happy to elaborate later.

Hi, my name is Tomer and I am some sort of submissive (the term being broad and too general for my taste, which is why I refer to myself thusly). I… I only feel right and proper in a relationship unless it is with a dominant woman. I always yearn to look up at her, physically. Feeling that dominant presence, presented by that simple touch, or lower position, makes me feel as loved and relished as others might get from a hug or a kind word. In return I give myself; what can a man give but that?

A note before I leave,

I chose to add a photo to this account. Clearly it isn't mine; being a private person and a bit of a shy one at first precludes me from being so free. Instead I roamed the net for a while, searching for a nice photo that will emphasize my position; one without cock, or cages, bondage or degradation. I did not find many, so I just uploaded the closest ones.