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I am new to the D/s world. I am here to read and learn, as was suggested to me.
I was looking at the list of things I should not post, thinking to myself, "Well, now what?!??" ;) So, I decided to try to come up with a list of things about myself that might matter to people perusing my profile. Here goes ...
Black is too a color.
McNabb is a great QB.
I laugh more than is probably safe.
I don't come with an FDA warning.
I don't need coffee, so I don't drink it.
I hate going to the gym, but I enjoy working out once I get there.
My ovaries don't impede my ability to form coherent thoughts.
Certain males do, however.
Kissing is an art form. I am not looking for the Picasso of kissers.
I am never bored.
Please don't tell me I am not a sub simply because I do not fit your idea of what a sub is.
I like to hide in plain sight.
I am shy and reserved, and not given to persuing people. I would rather let go than compete for attention/affection/time.
I am often confused by my feminine side.
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Ever notice how kind words can turn a shitty day into something good, and cruel words can dim an otherwise bright day? Today was a pretty shitty day in my little world, but I am lucky, I have friends who care enough to pick me up, dust me off, and make me laugh. All in all, the world is imperfectly perfect, in my quick estimation.
Chalk one up for the good guys. |
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I hate housework. Absolutely hate it. I find I must approach it as one might approach an angry carnivore ... with great caution and trepidation, advancing slowly, making no sudden moves. So, I do my housework in fits and starts. Kitchen one day, living room the next, with bathroom and vacuuming warring for low spot on the housework totem pole.
I used to do my laundry on Sundays - living on my own it is easy to leave it to one day - but now I find I like to break that up as well. One load mid-week, one load over the weekend. Part of the problem with laundry is that I forget I am doing it. There are always so many better things to do. The other problem is that every second week there is an extra load of bedding.
I get really annoyed with myself, for I could afford to have a cleaner, but I know me. I would simply clean up ahead of time so the cleaner would not know what a slob I truly am. How sad is that? *L* |
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It seems that the best of intentions can be derailed in less than ten seconds. Yes yes they can. I need to step back and re-think this.
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I have found a comfort zone on the message boards. There are some seriously amusing threads, and the posters there make me smile. Hell, some make me burst out laughing. So, I check those threads first, post a wee bit, then watch the feed to see if a topic interests me. I have to be careful though. Sometimes I superimpose my own words over threads or posts, resulting in a fair bit of laughter directed at myself. My most recent example was just a few minutes ago. The topic title that scrolled by on the feed was "What Do You Look For In A First Massage?" I swear it said that. It was not until I got to the thread, all ready to say, "Warm, strong hands and lots of oil," that I realized I had the last word wrong.
The topic was actually "What Do You Look For In A First Message".  Whoops. |
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I understand there is a spectrum within the D/s life. I trust my instincts, new as they are. I am not a submissive who desires to be a slave. That idea does not resonate well within me. However, to be led firmly appeals to me. To willingly submit to a man who knows me, knows my heart, soul, and mind, and will protect and nurture me, that is what I ache for.
It is an ache that has been a part of me my entire life, but was undefined until a chance meeting with a man who is changing my world day by day. As he leads, it seems, so I follow. I trust him as I have never trusted another, for I know he acts in my best interests, even when he is being firm with me.
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| Age: 18 |
| Lawton,
Oklahoma |
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