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lonely, masochistic pre-law student with spitfire wit and vintage style seeks older, like-minded professional for a half-egalitarian/half-chauvinistic relationship of a daddy/baby nature. tall stature, dark hair, glasses, beard, blue eyes, tattoos, huge cock, and law degree are all highly valued, though not required; cleverness is.
who i am:
i am the daughter of a top real estate jewish attorney and his blonde bombshell southern secretary. i was raised on sarcasm; overachievement; artistic expression; folk music; school girl uniforms; law & order re-runs; and mini, glittery briefcases. in kindergarten, i entered into my first love triangle when the crush of my five-year-old life confessed his desire to hopscotch with someone else. in respite, i kissed his best friend in front of him, and he refused to speak to me for the remainder of our days.
i knew then that my life wouldn’t be another disney fairytale, but a twisted series of painful letdowns. a decade and a half later, this princess is still jaded in anguish. i’ve learned that money and prestige certainly won’t buy you happiness - just annoyingly immaculate grammar, fast sports cars, and crystal-encrusted stockings to seduce men who will eventually leave anyway.
what i want:
a fellow monogamous swan, complete with black plumage and endless loyalty; the adopted literary lovechild of mr. darcy and e. edward grey (or at least someone who appreciates the reference); a perverted, sensual prince - with whom i can chase butterflies, and wear his black eyes.
i seek a very specific, contentious, and tender dynamic; the perfect interplay of old school manners, raw desire, and poetic romanticism.
"a brilliant mind may spread my legs, counselor, but a free soul will win my heart."
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