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First of all, my profile name (nevergrowdup) is NOT a clue that I'm looking for age play. (Well, that's fine too.) It has everything to do with my attitude about life. I won't take life too seriously!

Ultimately I'm looking for a LTR, but the realist in me thinks that may never happen. A failed marriage has taught me not to settle. Truly, I'm so much happier single! I'm not interested in someone married or committed ... even if it's with the consent of the SO. And I'm not interested in being part of a poly relationship.

Regarding personal characteristics that I'm seeking ... I'm looking for a Dom that is smart, possesses a good sense of humor, and is nice.

Did I mention smart? My Dom will have to be someone that I can respect, after all. Not Mensa smart, mind you. (There's no better sleep remedy than an esoteric discussion on Greek literature. And there's no bigger turn off than comparing resumes.) But it would be nice if your knowledge base expanded beyond, say, NASCAR, motorcycles, and NFL stats. Nothing wrong with this, mind you. But that won't appeal to me.

A sense of humor is imperative. If you think that the role of a Dom is merely to say "On your knees, bitch" whilst maintaining that concrete sneer, it's just not going to work. As much as I need air for breathing, I need humor for my soul. (Not to say that I can't be serious during a scene ...)

And, well, I will need my Dom to possess the nice gene. I understand limits must be set and enforced, but I must know that my interests are considered. I'm looking for the type of guy who would give up his seat if he sees someone elderly standing ... would let the lady with three items ahead of himself in the grocery store line.

OK, on to other things on my wish list.

I'd like someone tall. I'm 5' 10" myself. Trust me on this one. It works better if you are at least my height.

Regarding age ... yes, I know it's just a number. And considering my profile name, this can add to the confusion. But ... it's kind of weird if the age differential is too great. I mean, if you grew up watching "Ozzie and Harriet" or "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," we're not going to have a lot to talk about. Generally I'd say that I'm looking in the range of 45-60 years old. And ... well ... how do I say this delicately? I need a man that doesn't need to rely on toys to please a woman. I have a lot of energy (labeled "insatiable" actually) and need someone who is up for some extended play. (Wink, wink)

Speaking of play, I've haven't had a whole lot of experience, but I am starting to figure some things out. I don't think I'm a masochist ... not an endorphin junkie. Yet I'm not opposed to being corrected, and can actually endure more pain that I thought possible. If you're a hardcore sadist, better move on. But I'm intrigued by having my limits tested and expanded. I'd really like to find someone with creativity to create some fun scenes. (Warning ... I'm easily bored.)

And since every guy seems to have this fantasy about girl on girl action, let me burst that bubble now. I'm strictly hetero ... no interest in MFF. Sorry, guys!

This whole profile is sounding so "me, me, me." And, truly, that's not my nature. A big part of the draw to the lifestyle is the fact that I am, by nature, a giver. In real life, I'm anything but a pushover. But with the right person, I can roll over on my back and be very vulnerable and loyal.

So, that's what I've figured out so far. Before responding, please consider what I've said. I do ignore most messages because they are not what I need. But if you think there could be a match, I look forward to hearing from you.
1/1/2012 8:24:42 PM

Let me preface my remarks by assuring you that I'm into kink as much as anyone here.

 

If you read my profile it you will see that I'm looking for a monogamous long term relationship, as are most women here, I suspect. But I see a lot of guys making the same mistake. So allow me to make a few comments that might help you (guys) to actually get what you want.

 

It's an age old conflict, and exaggerated in the D/s environment. Men are direct, and they don't want to play games. The problem with taking this approach is that it conflicts with the needs of a woman.  I know that although most Doms are honorable and respect limits, there are some sick ones out there. We women have to be careful, and that's pretty hard considering the pressure you put on us. We submissives like to please, hate to say no, and you certainly push us. What this leads to is defensiveness, as well as a whole lot of anxiety on the part of a woman.

 

In my opinion, a real Dominant should always be a step ahead of the woman, always in control. And the best way he can demonstrate this is to show some restraint. That means taking things slow and showing a level of taste. That means NOT being demanding, or starting the sexual chat right away. It's about finding a connection in a non-threatening manor. Leave her interested. And then back off. Keep it friendly, and then slowly let the discussion move in a new direction.

 

A friend reminded me that no good comes out of hooking up on a first date. I thought about that and realized he was absolutely right. I looked back at my own history and it proved to be correct. I rarely got past a first date if we hooked up right away. It seems that one of us lost interest right away. The best thing that a guy can do, IMO, is to leave the woman wanting, if not horny, and then if the karma is right ... saying, "As much as I would like to ... I think it's a bad idea. These first date hookups never works out, and I'm not looking for a one-night thing." Believe me, your favorability rating will have just skyrocketed. She has learned that she can trust you and that you are looking out for her best interest.

 

Unless you want quick hookups, your best strategy is to some patience. You will be rewarded in the long run.

8/28/2010 7:20:31 PM
Rocky and Bullwinkle ... into kink? Natasha had all the makings of a Domme, and sweet Nell was into bondage.
5/29/2010 12:47:13 PM
Sometimes reality can get in the way of a good fantasy.
7/14/2009 8:35:21 PM
I love to play dress up!  Five days a week I put on a blouse and slacks and pretend to be an adult.  And here's the really cool thing.  Every other week they give me money.  That deal rocks, eh?!  So, the last few weeks or so have been incredibly busy at that place, so much that I tend to stay there until the sun almost goes down.  But today I actually took a mid-day nutrition break, even though it cut into my play time.  Stepping outside was a mistake because it was so nice.  Suddenly I wanted to play an outside game!  But the indoor activities were calling, and I knew that at 1:30 we'd be playing this talking game at a big rectangular table.  I was anxious to play show with friends on my team, as two of them just got back.  I wanted to show them what I did when they were gone so they could join in on the fun, too!  Oh, and here's a bonus.  We have a collection of whiffle balls on this big table that we can throw to each other.  I can't believe the other teams don't have the toys at their table!
7/1/2009 5:27:22 PM
Nothing quite as intoxicating as a bed with clean sheets.
6/6/2009 6:14:50 AM
Confession time.  I've watched every single episode of South Park but still confuse Stan and Kyle.
5/17/2009 12:32:19 PM
Rain, rain, don't go away!

I'm passionate about rain ... love it in all forms, from the drizzle to the frog strangler.  So much to like about rain ... the sound as it touches the leaves, the way it makes everything so green, the cool burst of fresh air that accompanies it.  Many would complain about the gray skies, but not me!  In fact, a dark gray backdrop to fall leaves is simply breathtaking.  The kid in me appreciates tracing a raindrop as it slides down a window pane and merges with other raindrops.  I no longer stomp in puddles, but rather I find just as much delight as I dance around them.

There's only one drawback to rain, and it's a big one.  After a good rain I'll be walking down a sidewalk or path and then -- BAM! -- I smell them.  My rain euphoria suddenly ends.  I look down and there he is.  It's a ... a ... worm.  Now, instead of frolicking around puddles, I'm neuroticly navigating around those disgusting, smelly squirmers.  Seems irrational that I would avoid the wigglers, since I only wish death to them.  But there's one thing worse than the thought of worms.  Namely, the thought of squished worm guts on the bottom of my shoes.

I don't see how people can hook worms on a fishing line.  Oh, and if you get a catch, then you've got to pull that hook out of the mouth of something that's almost as disgusting as worm.

I know, I know ... I sound like such a girl. 

Oh, new hard limit ... no wormplay!!
5/9/2009 5:51:53 PM
I'm all about bagging my own groceries.  After all, I've got two able arms ... and it gets me and the people in back of me out sooner.  But about half the time I try to bag, I give up.  Why?  Because I'm convinced that plastic grocery store bag designers are sadists who receive enjoyment from knowing that most of us suffer from COIS, or Can't Open It Syndrome.  I have no idea how they do it.  Do they use the thinnest possible plastic so that they fuse slightly at the top?  And to all of you plastic grocery store bag designers that are undoubtably on this site, I hope you find the masochist of your dreams soon so that you can leave the mainstream consumers out of this.
4/25/2009 3:02:00 PM
Can we talk about the wonders of Wonder Bread?  Yeah, I know it's crap, nutritionally speaking.  And I know that there are other brands of enriched white bread along the same line (e.g., Blue Ribbon, Sunbeam).  And yet, they just aren't the same.  Wonder Bread is my guilty pleasure ... in a league of its own.
4/18/2008 4:46:14 PM

I'm looking for someone who will extend both arms and tussle his dogs ears as a greeting, even when the fur is wet and stinky. Someone who won't provide their rationale for being a carnivore to my vegetarian daughter, but instead asks if she'd like tomatoes and shrooms in her omelet. Someone who, when he sees a car unsuccessfully trying to merge in his lane, will ease up to let them in. Someone who holds doors open, not just for pretty young girl, but anyone that might need some assistance. And sometime he'll open a door for a stranger ... just because. Someone who, on a Saturday morning, lingers in bed because he believes that canoodling is a fine art. Someone who cherishes the warm breeze from an open window, as well as the sound of rain ... be it the lightest drizzle, a gully-washer, or the fiercest of thunderstorms. Someone who is prone to taunt me, "I dare you" with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He should understand that teasing is a fine art, should be delivered gently, and should work two ways. He should act humble when he beats me as Scrabble, and be just as gracious when trounced by me. Someone who may occasionally have a drink, but knows his limits and the understands the importance of maintaining balance. Yet he should laugh heartily at cartoons, and should value the comics as much as the editorial page. He should be willing to share his opinion about what's going on in the world, and yet won't feel challenged when my thoughts differ than his own.



And yet, this model citizen and everyday decent guy will also call me at work and, in a low voice, discuss in detail all those kinky things he'd like to do when we will be alone that night. And when he sees me in lingerie, he'll raise one eyebrow slowly in appreciation, anticipating the moans and laughter that will soon follow. He should keep handcuffs and restraints nearby, and be prepared to use all those words that most people would consider too polite to utter ... like "whore" ... like "cunt" and "cumslut." He should pull me by my hair, instruct me to bend over, caress my wetness, and let me wonder if he'll spank me or pound me mercilessly from behind. He'll understand spankings are supposed to sting and leave a red mark, but also understand the difference between spankings and beatings. He should be trustworthy and respect safe words. I'll never know what to expect, as he may grope me in a car, in semi-public places, or any room in the house ... and he'll try new things, and in different sequences.

And when play is over, we'll lay side by side. He should appreciate the faintest touch of my fingers as they trace his body affectionately. He'll draw me close in, kiss me on the forehead, and we'll fall asleep in each other's arms.

4/11/2008 4:38:54 AM
Like most weekdays, today I drove my 17 year old daughter to school; it's only 1/3 of a mile to drop her off at the back of the school.  She glances at the clock on the dashboard and says, "I'm going to be late.  Step on it, Mom."  I'm thinking to myself that if I do indeed "step on it" I might save her all of five to ten seconds.  As my daughter exits the car, she walks briskly towards school.  She won't run, mind you, even though she's one of the schools top cross country runners.  She frets about whether or not she'll need to get a late pass, likely thinking to herself that if Mom only sped up a bit more I could have made it in time.  :)
4/4/2008 4:47:20 PM
Not the best speller?  Here's a suggestion.  Instead of using that tired browser called IE or Internet Explorer (you know ... that big blue "e" on your desktop) you should use Mozilla Firefox instead.  It has a built-in spell checker.  If you make an error while typing, it will underline the misspelled word in red.  This works in most forms like this one.  Sadly, the exception is this form.  I hope I don't embarrass myself.

If you want to say yes to Firefox, google "Download Firefox" and it will come up as your first search.  Follow the instructions.  It will give you the option to import your IE bookmarks.  Go for it.  It won't mess with your IE settings.  Of course, the trick is to hit the cool orange Firefox logo next time you want to surf.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled perversions.