fessier

About fessier

You: Would you like mustard on your sandwich?
Me: Yes. That would be nice. Thanks!


Did you notice how that wasn't "Of course, you dumb cunt! When the hell have I ever eaten a sandwich without mustard? And that better be Inglehoffer's sweet-hot mustard or, by god, you're gonna wish you were dead!"?

If you need that, you don't want me.

I'm gentle and kind. Children, animals, and old people like me. I go to the park and feed the squirrels peanuts. Not laced with hallucinogens, just plain peanuts. (No salt, either. Gotta watch their blood pressure.) I'm on this site looking for someone my shadow side can play with. And it won't always be Mr. Hyde in the bedroom, either. Dr. Jekyll likes a bit of fun, too.
I'm not a master. I'm not sure I even fit the definition of a dom. Top is the word I would choose. And I'll tell you right off the bat, I'm not very experienced, beyond a little of the Three B's (bondage, blindfolds, and biting).
That's right, 54 years old and inexperienced. When I was a young man, the women's movement was in its early days (We still called it "women's lib"). Domestic violence was the issue of the day, and we were being told not to be dominant with our girlfriends. I thought the desires I'd had since before puberty -- wanting to spank a girl, for instance -- was something sick that had to be forever denied. It wasn't until I started prowling around the Internet that I found the BDSM community. I hope it's not too late for me. I've done all my homework, but my experience has been pretty vanilla.
And I like vanilla, I like gentle caresses and sweet kisses. What I'm looking for now is, perhaps, a scoop of Vanilla and a scoop of Spanking Ripple, topped (Topped! Ha!) with Violet Wand sprinkles... and whipped cream, of course.

As Tiny Tim observed, "God bless us, everyone."