Hello, my name is honey. I am a 37 year old single, educated African American female from the Greater Cincinnati area. I am a very dedicated and protective proud mother of one. Family is important to me.
I am a deep thinker who is reserved, yet at times I can be outspoken. I am also a loyal, sincere and empathetic person who loves to help those who are less fortunate.
Although I do have a VERY high sex drive, I am not on here looking for a casual fling. That is NOT my style. I believe in commitment, honesty, communication and I definitely do believe that men are the Head of the household. Yes, I am an old fashioned submissive girl. And I need a Dominant Daddy who knows how to take the lead.
I want him for a LTR. One who truly knows how to pursue and dominate a strong yet submissive woman. You don’t have to have 25 college degrees, but you must be educated, employed, drug/disease free, unattached, romantic, family oriented and secure in your dominance.
If you’re strict, I can deal with that. I just ask that this trait be balanced and for you to be reasonable as well as understanding. You can be serious at times, but honestly I’m not looking to join the military. So I don’t enjoy being around “moody Rudys”. Please, be exciting and fun. Please! lol.
Now I will admit I can be quite an opinionated brat at times. Yeah, well...I do have my days. Hey, what can I say? I mean seriously...I am a human being too. Just because I'm a sub, that doesn't mean I'm willing to be a doormat. Besides, I'd rather have my consequences in the bedroom, thank you very much. lol.
In Other Words: If you're the type who gets bent outta shape whenever your sub is cranky, pouts and is feeling bratty...then you need to keep searching because I am definitely NOT your type. Besides, no woman wants a man who allows her behavior to dictate how he reacts. At least not any woman I know. Think about it...why would you expect me to trust in your dominance when you’re not confident in yourself to manage your own emotions whenever I feel a different way than you do? There’s only room for one brat. And it's me...YOUR the Daddy. *smiles*
As far as sex goes…I am EXTREMELY addicted to receiving oral stimulation! And I love it with orgasm control!!! Yes Sir, indeed I do! A GOOD TONGUE LASHING ALWAYS PUTS ME IN MY PLACE! I also love to be dominated vaginally from the back. YES!! PULL MY HAIR AND SPANK ME, DADDY! Mmmmm!
Well,...I gotta go for now. Serious inquires only. Oh! And just one last thought you should know…I LOVE to receive candy! *giggles*
P.S. The link below is to one of my favorite songs of all time. For me, it truly describes the dynamic I long to have with my Daddy Dom. And I uploaded it just for you. *smile* Enjoy...
Yours truly,
honey
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The link below is to one of my favorite songs of all time. For me, it truly describes the dynamic I long to have with my Daddy Dom. And I uploaded it just for you. *smile* Enjoy...
What is up with so many people claiming BDSM? It's like it has become a new fad or something. And I don't know about you, but it is truly PISSIN ME THE HELL OFF!!!!!
BDSM is not a "lifestyle" to me. It is a part of who I am. Always have been and always will be. I need a Dom who understands that and who also shares the same mindset. I need and want that in a Dom because I am not looking for a quick fyck. I'm not some wannabees cum bucket. I'm not a doormat seeking enslavement. I have a lot to offer.
I want a BDSM soul mate. Someone who I can spend the rest of my life with. Spank me, whip me, do all that good shyt BUT please, PLEASE, whatever you do...don't be a fad.
Black submissive women: Do they REALLY exist?
Contrary to popular belief, so many of us are pissed off because of the role we have been forced to play before you arrived. Being the breadwinner, sole provider and head of household was never our goal, but in order to keep the family going, we do what we have to do. This mentality has been long misunderstood and it is the root of so many negative assumptions about black women.
Yes, I am a strong black woman, but I am strong because I have to be. Not because I want to be. I wish I did have a strong man to come home to. A man who was a leader, head of household, breadwinner and sole provider for his family. I long to turn over decision making duties to a strong wise man, but that’s not a choice for me. So I am left to do this all on my own. Time after time, over and over again.
Who do I trust when every man before you has left me empty in mind, body and soul? How do I trust again? Where do I start? How do I know you are the right one to be trusted? These are the many thoughts that run through our minds. This is why so many of us are angry.
Can’t you see that? Do you have a couple of minutes to look deeper pass our hair weaves, acrylic nails, big booties and sassy mouths to hear the silent cry within? Come closer. Place your ear over my heart. Turn down the loud booming sound of your sexual wants and desires and listen. Listen to my bleeding heart’s faint cry. You won't listen? Why?! Your empathy and comfort is the balm my heart needs.Please don't walk away. And yet you complain about me not being submissive. But how do you expect me to freely adore you when you don't even want to take the time and get to know me?
Discontentment
I remember how excited I was the very first day I created my profile on this site. Finally! I thought to myself. A site created just for me. Yet more and more lately it seems as if being on this site is not such a very good fit for me. It seems like just about all of the men who message me are either far away OR just not my type. UGH!
At a loss for words
I wish I could write…like I use to write before. I miss the days when I didn’t have to try so hard to birth another written page. Now it’s like I’m straining to get the first word to come forth.
I think a lot has happened over the past 5-7 years that has pretty much shut down my creativity. Now all I see are dry floodgates. I occasionally flip through blank journals that hold nothing but store receipts. No inspiration what so ever. And I miss it. I miss writing. I miss singing. I miss me. :(
