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Its the power exchange that I crave. The specifics are so exciting and make my heart pound, but are of little importance in the grand scheme. The overall dynamic, you choose and I do not. You know and I do not. You decide... I do not. Were both adults. Our relationship is whatever we define it to be.
I get distracted easily. Cat food labels. Shampoo instructions. Hairspray cautions. I love different sensations on my finger tips.... sandpaper. Carpet. Stubble. My preferences largely depend on my partner. I want to feel what you want me to feel. Experience what you want me to experience. The senerio is heightened by fulfilling Your wants. I love to laugh and do so easily. Im happy with my life. I welcome more.
I am the awake adult realizations of my childhood leanings. This is who I am... my dreams and day dreams have manifested into this crazy un predictable life that I now call my own. I cant be anything other than this and have no urge. I dont know what Im looking for... when he arrives hell let me know.
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