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Ive always known inside what I needed. But, until recently, Ive not even been able to articulate it. Its not because of denial, more a mix of shyness and somenaivete. So, Itraveledthe world, following ahedonistpath- girls, boys, men, women, whores, dominas, masters, and young girls who chase white gods.
On a few rare encounters, with the the right kind of man, Ive briefly experienced moments of total release from my outer shell. As a composite, he was an older man, fiercely intelligent, worldly, dominant,nurturing, hedonistic, deeply experienced, and with a twist of fiendish and sadistic flavour.
Hes the one who helps me shed the shyness of the boy inside, to feel proud of myperversions,and - even after an intense punishment - will make me feel safe as he gives aftercare, holding me in his arms.
Ive been single for a while now and am ready to take the jump explore being a mans full time slave.
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