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Roight. Signing out, folks, no new applicants need contact the administration of this female unit. Hanging around for those who already had friendly applications pass the quality control.
Thanks for a... uh, varying time. :-P Some of you were nice, some of you were weird, some of you should be arrested. I wish the first two groups luck with your searches, even the guy who didn't know the difference between a nipple and a clitoris. My life, love and luck are elsewhere. Well, I already have a life, and quite a bit of luck. Still looking for love, then, elsewhere. *blows kisses*
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I think... I'm giving up. No, not in a depressed, suicidal way. I'm close to giving up on online stuff. I guess I've stuck with it because I explored self-pleasure via cybersex when I was younger (as in, just past puberty). I've heard that the time around puberty shapes your kinks for life. I'm not sure about that. I remember getting tingly about specific types of cartoon violence/agressivity before I even knew what sex was. But at the moment, I don't want a relationship involving BDSM. I haven't been in a relationship for ages, and I *really* want a nice and comfy one now. A relaxed one. Nice, easy missionary position sex, long nights with Buffy and Firefly marathons. Maybe even Angel, if the relationship lasts that long.
Actually, to put it bluntly, i don't want anyone ordering me around. If they do, I will EAT them. And not in a fun way. I don't think I'm built for a dom/sub relationship. I don't like following orders, I get annoyed and cranky and unhorny.
Self-pleasure and a cyber partner still gets me off. But so does a nice, juicy porn novel (I'm not much for movies... too many weird angles, and always focusing on icky naked girl bits) and a vibrator. It's quicker, usually more intense (men are capable of So Much Bloody Smalltalk! D:) and doesn't leave me unpleasantly sore. Yeah, I'm all for the happy stingy fun, but I'm incapable of enjoying the aftermath. I've heard the whole "feeling the secret stings of last night that no one knows about" etc etc. Well... not me. :-| Sore nipples means my bra is uncomfortable. Sore nethers of any kind = also lacking in comfy. I sit at a desk all day, so it all just amounts to annoying, not erotic.
Did I mention I'm not cut out for the BDSM life style? :p Shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. Will I continue with the online stuff? Well, it's not like I do it much, it's lucky I've found a patient guy, but I'll continue. For now.
And maybe I'll look harder at the meat market. Somewhere, there might be a guy who'll put up with me, and whom I can put up with. :)
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Colour me shocked. Judging by the sudden dropoff in replies, I have to believe that people have actually read my profile. :P
So yeah, I had heard some less than good things about this site, but since I'm not exactly the Real Thing in the BDSM sense either, I thought I could find myself a compatible "fake". And I've found some, like I said. I just expected a lot more form letters and such from people who spam every sub on the "recently visited" list. There was a bit of that, and then it stopped.
Only one hilarious experience since the last post: some guy who started out good, we talked and agreed to try an online session. The RANDOMLY all-caps words WERE kind of annoying, but the libido beats the linguist any day. :3 So it starts out nice, he tells me to touch myself, specifically my breasts. Now, those puppies do need a generously-sized bra to contain them. The vackside of that is that they're less sensitive than, as far as I know, smaller breasts tend to be. I do feel clamps and pegs, but normal fondling and pinching doesn't do much. It's an okay warmup, nothing more. And hey, the female body have a *lot* of other erogenous zones.
Buuut. This guy wanted me to touch my breasts. Pinch my nipples. Pull my nipples. Rub my nipples. Touch-pinch-pull-rub-yawn. I did as he said, patiently waiting for the next step, when he happily stated:
"Soon u will cum from this."
I resisted the urge to ask who this U person was and why s/he was getting off from my nipples, and instead pointed out that I had already explained to him, at great length, that my breasts/nipples are among the least sensitive areas on my body, very possibly only beat by my heels, and that orgasm just wasn't imminent. At all.
Well, apparently this means I'm not the Real Thing (true enough), I'm just a player. The logic astounds me. All women are wired the same way, don'tcha know? We can flood a basement with the sheer amount of juice we produce if Master DomlyDomGodSir (no, not his real user ID) just casts a sidelong glance at our funbuds. Meow. Rawr. Etc. XD
But seriously, who is U? This guy/chick gets all the action. s/he should share. *sad and envious*
~El Mo
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Well, the first few days on this site have been nice. Had to weed out a couple of oddballs as expected, but I've found a few nice guys. :)
Not sure what's going on in the heads of guys who think I'll let myself get knocked up and then... uh, yeah, let's just mention that the next part of the letter tends to involve the kid, and leave it at that. It hurts to bleach your brain and I don't want to put anyone else through that. :( I'm not into that, guys. And PS IT'S ILLEGAL! >:-(
The abuse of the English language knows no limits, but I'm getting used to that now. What worries me, though, is that even if these people have grasped some basic vocabulary and sentence structure (and then proceeded to spell everything incorrectly and put it together in incoherent ways), they have never heard of the word "no". Maybe I have to misspell it to get it through to them? But "on" sort of misses the point... oh, well. It's what the block button is for. :P
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P.S. Yes, there are probably spelling mistakes in here. I managed to become less of a nazi about that, so can you. ;)
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P.P.S. Okay, no matter what I do I can't seem to get any line breaks here, not with p, not with br. Help?
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