|
|
CRASHDAVIS8
| Hetero Male, 54, Pelham, Alabama
|
|
Description:
City:
State:
Height: Weight: Age: Orientation: Ethnicity:
Last Online:
|
Male
Pelham Alabama 6' 1"
230 lbs
54
Hetero
Caucasian
04/15/24 |
|
<>I am trying this experiment to connect on a different level. If we are going to connect, I have to put ourselves out there. I just hope you have the nerve to respond.</>
<>You know who you are. You are looking for something different and somebody who understands, someone to whom you don't have to explain it, someone who gets it. </>
<>The adrenalin, the anticipation, the excitement, the wait with that feeling of vulnerability and inevitability, the unknown. </>
<>You have secretly known, or at least felt it, for years. You may have suppressed it or you may have nurtured it, preferably the latter, but it is not too late if it is the er. </>
<>If you can continue to ignore it or suppress it and be content, by all means do that and let it go.</>
<>It is OK to outwardly deny and pretend you don't and are not, as long as you are honest with yourself. </>
<>However, it will never work if you really don't and are not, and pretend to be in order to impress and connect with someone else who is. Those never work out as hoped. </>
<>It also doesn't work if you pretend to be because it happens to be the in-vogue or cool thing to do/be. </>
<>You don't pursue it haphazardly; you are wise and deliberate in your approach. While it is a desire, there are other important things that factor into the equation. </>
<>Character is also a must and you will not even consider going there until you know that. Safety is always FIRST and respect for your partner is REQUIRED. You know you will not reach critical mass until you have found that. Being sure is often the hardest part.</>
<>You also must have ideas and energy of your own and not be someone who just shows up and leaves all the details to your partner. People like that will DRAIN their partner FAST. </>
<>It should be real, not corny, cliche or silly, it should be Frederick's, not Victoria's, Home Depot, not Spencer's gifts.</>
Over the years I have discretely assembled a very private collection of toys, tools, and props to implement all your fantasies. I also do extreme pampering and have the massage table, double tub and various other tools and equipment for when you want to explore your softer side, or even both at the same time (most do not even know that the latter is possible). As I said earlier, I am very private and there are only two or three people in the world who know of my collection.
<>Max adrenalin comes when one is willing and able to switch roles. Ideally you can and are willing to give what you take and take what you give. However, if you prefer one role over the other, that is not be a deal breaker.</>
<>Though you are un-inhibited (or at least willing/wanting/able to try) you are also private and discrete. You only share with your partner and your friends would never know or guess.</>
<>If this is you, you understand what I am writing; if you don't understand, don't worry, you are not the one. </>
<>Though one is all I am seeking, there are more than one of you out there. </>
While the physical aspect is important, there also must be chemistry and mutual physical attraction for it to work.
|
3/10/2018 9:25:02 AM: The Mirror
The essence of the story below is true, not fantasy, it really happened, this could be you...Though you know it is you, standing there all alone, scantily clad, arms spread and bound above your head, intentionally placed facing his bedroom mirror, you see a person that at first, inexplicably, you do not recognize. You rationalize that maybe it is because the wig with which he had fitted you was quite different from your own hair color and style.Remarkably, given that this is your first time, you feel a strange sense of peace and calmness with your predicament. That all changes in an instant when you glance into the mirror and note the solid shiny chrome chains and thick leather cuffs restraining your arms above your head and you begin to hear the rustling, clinks, and clanks as he digs through his walk-in closet.Instantly you feel the rapid pulse in your neck, your heart races as you realize just how helpless and vulnerable you are. Your adrenal glands are dumping adrenalin into your system. Simultaneously, your mind and imagination goes into warp speed as you frantically ponder What to do.Should I tell him I am afraid and ask him to stop? What if he refuses, could anyone hear me if scream? Can I use my strength and weight to break these cuffs? Can I keep my composure enough to play along and manipulate and trick him into releasing me? Will I end up as another story on CNN and if so, what will my parents think?OK, Rhonda, I have to get control of myself, you think, I can’t panic, I can’t let my imagination run away from me, I have to master my thoughts and emotion. You force yourself to take slow deep breaths.As the rummaging in the closet continues, you decide, I am just going to ask him to stop. I am not comfortable, I can’t do this. I am over reacting, you think, I know him, I know he will stop if I ask. You remind yourself that he has a good reputation in the community, that he is a decent person. I know he will stop if I tell him I am afraid, you reason to yourself. You convince yourself that it is going to be OK and for a moment feel a lessened level of apprehension.As your fear subsides, you look back into the mirror and again see the cuffs on the woman in the wig that you do not recognize. Your heart races, you feel excitement brewing, a tightness in your abdomen, you feel the slight tickle of a drop of sweat on your side coming from your armpit.Then it hits you, your heart sinks as you ask yourself, what if he does stop? You think about all of the times you have fantasized about this. You wonder if he will ever even want to see you again. You feel even worse when you realize you may never get this far or have this opportunity again.You begin to have second thoughts about asking him to stop. He emerges from the closet with a black tote in his hand that he places on the bed and unzips. He is directly behind you so you can’t see him in the mirror and you strain to look over your shoulder to see what he is doing. He moves to the end of the bed, where you now have a clear view via the mirror, and begins to unpack the tote.You begin to feel a tightness in your throat and it feels like your heart stops as you watch from the mirror as he removes a riding crop, wide black collar, blindfold and a red ball with a chord through it and places them on the neatly made, but masculine, bed spread. This time the fear and excitement happen simultaneously. Your feel your heart beating in your chest as your adrenal gland goes into overdrive pumping adrenalin into your system.You try to hide your apprehension and excitement as you try to figure out how to look normal as you debate with yourself what to do. Just for a split second, you see the fallacy and humor of a half-naked lady standing in front of a mirror wearing an un-natural wig with her hands restrained above her head, trying to look “normal”.You decide to compromise with yourself and play along for a short while and feign sick and offer to play another time. This will give you more time to think whether you really want to go through with this or not, while keeping all options open.Though you feel just a tad guilty, you are proud of your devious little plan and your mind begins to move on to other things. The wig itches just a little where it touches your face, you would like to scratch, but it is not unbearable.You begin to wonder about the purpose of the red ball with the chord through it. Then it hits you, oh my GOSH, IT IS A HOMEMADE GAG! You realize that if he uses it on you that you will not be able to say or ask anything. You feel the sweat on your wrists inside the leather cuffs.Then it hits even harder that if/when he puts that gag in my mouth, I can’t even scream if I need to. Then you recall that you met this guy on match.com, and begin to wonder what you really know about him. Your emotional needle swings hard back toward the side of fear and uncertainty…As he walks from the room, you are frozen. You are already mentally and emotionally spent, you can’t focus and your knees are beginning to feel just a little wobbly. You begin to fear that instead of feigning sick, you may truly get sick. Your mind thinks back to how you ended up in this situation.Chapter 2You met him online at match.com and, in spite of your other horrible experiences in that venue, you were pleasantly surprised this time. In his early 50's, he was a several years older than you, though he could have easily passed for early 40's as he still had most of his hair and very little grey (actually less grey than you, but that being a private matter between you and your stylist). He was a nice-looking guy, a bit over 6' tall, not overweight and, though not a fanatic, he appeared to be in reasonably good shape. Not a male model, but not bad looking either. He was successful, well educated, upper middle class, and well-liked and respected in the community. Though he did not drive a Luxury Automobile, and the furnishings in his home were modest, he lived in one of the more spectacular homes located on an estate lot in the back of an upscale gated community. His car and furnishings definitely did not fit the home.He had many friends and was well liked and respected in the community. You noted how he always showed remarkable patience and politeness toward others, even when severely frustrated by them. He was kind to animals and senior citizens, a trait for which your mom always told you to look. On the surface, he appeared to be just an average guy with no traits that really stood out in a crowd.
To be continued…
|
|
|
