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Well, I'll say it.  The OP's profile looks as though it was written by a horny guy.  Whether it was or not, I have no idea, but the profile as written is more likely to attract fantasists than relationship-seekers, since it deals exclusively with the realization of fantasies.

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Call me shallow, but I am not interested in repairing either someone's personality or their credit.  I am not willing to risk what I have established for My family for someone who (A) is in deep debt, (B) sees Me as the gravy train (C) someone who has repeatedly made foolish major financial or life decisions.

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20 pounds... with that picture... 36b... I doubt it.  The b might be right... but even I, shorter and bigger than a b wear a 34.   I dare say I am thicker... I don't believe it for a moment.  I may be wrong... but...  I just don't see it.  I didn't get to a 36 until I was far heavier.  I will eat crow if I am wrong... but I just don't see it unless someone is wearing a very lose bra.

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ORIGINAL: ElanSubdued

Lockit,

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20 pounds... with that picture... 36b... I doubt it.  The b might be right... but even I, shorter and bigger than a b wear a 34.   I dare say I am thicker... I don't believe it for a moment.  I may be wrong... but...  I just don't see it.  I didn't get to a 36 until I was far heavier.  I will eat crow if I am wrong... but I just don't see it unless someone is wearing a very lose bra.

Yep.  You may be right on the money here.  (Hee hee hee hee hee! :-)  I'm beginning to think the OP is a troll.  Silly me for taking the bait.  Read the OP's journal entries (twenty-seven years old, speaks nine languages, has traveled to *every* English speaking country, owns a home, manages a division of the company she works for, been on Collar Me only a few weeks but already found the cuckolf of her dreams, yada, yada, yada) and things become even more implausible.  If all of this is true, Cocoa is an extraordinaily accomplished woman at a very young age.

Elan.

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My spidey senses were tingling when I first read the OP's post, but at the same time, I thought it was a unique place to present some information that I thought might be helpful to someone else who might be reading the thread and ACTUALLY be thinking something along the same lines...

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We always run the risk that an OP is just pulling everyone's leg in hopes of gaining attention.  I often watch to see who the OPs respond to in each thread, because as an investigator, that ALSO gives me more information than I had at the beginning.  An example is when someone posts that he is interested in information about relationships.  And as this has happened to me a lot, I notice it more than others, most likely.  But I'll post a response, and then I discover the guy ONLY responds to the women he perceives are hot and then his responses are usually "requests" for more information.  Says a lot about the person who figures no one is on to his ulterior motives.

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By the way, I'm not in the military (someone thought I might be in the military because I'm in Korea).  I came here as a civilian this time.  I followed my two stuffed animals (a frog and a penguin) who wanted to see Korea for the first time.

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CocoaKeyHolder in her journal:
Just for the record:

I keep getting asked this question and I am already tired of typing it so here it is.

MY FIRST CREAMPIE

I was 19.  I was in a vanilla relationship with a boxer.  There were times when we couldn't have sex because he was training and at first it was ok.  I was super busy with school and work and parties.  I liked him but I didn't LOVE him.  After about 9 months of being together I decided that I needed someone on the side.  He had always said if I got horny just please get with a girl.  He had made me mad because he didn't want me to go to one of his fights in his hometown and that sent a red flag.  I got to thinking that maybe he was still in love with his ex.  So I stayed behind.

I decided to go out to the bar with my lab partner Rod (seriously, that was his name).  We danced and got smashed.  I started blabbing about y problems.  He told me I was over reacting.  It was probably nothing.  Well, as the weeks went by we started hanging out more and more.  About this time my boyfriend was just being recruited to the US team for boxing.  He was going to be away for a long time and I hadn't decided if I wanted a long distance relationship.

One weekend he went home to his parents' house.  I called over there and his ex picked up the phone.  This sent me into a rage.  I called Rod over and vented.  We got drunk, actually he got drunk, I had poured my vodka out and replaced it with water while I had him drinking jose cuervo.  I seduced him.  He was a good fuck.  We must have had sex for at least three hours in every way possible.  He was so smashed he couldn't drive home.  I knew I would have to get him out of there early because my boyfriend would be home around 10:30a.

So I let Rod sleep.  As he was sleeping, an evil thought crept into my mind.  Had I been sucking my boyfriend's dick after he had sex with his ex?  Rubber or no rubber that's still just fucked up.  Well, I would show him.

It was about 8:45a the next morning and I woke Rod up with a good blowjob.  After he was "up"  I rode hard and fast.  Then I got him to get me doggystyle.  Then missionary.  It was almost 10:15.  I talked real dirty and grab his cock.  I ripped off the rubber and shoved his dick back inside of me.  He got about three more strokes out and when I felt him cum I pushed his ass so his cum would get in my pussy nice and deep.

I pretended to freak out and told him my boyfriend would be here any minute.  After I heard the door close, I changed the sheets.  Washed my face and brushed my teeth all while holding this massive load in pussy.  I placed a towel underneath my ass and laid back down.  As was tradition after being gone, my boyfriend would come home and lick my pussy to wake me up.  Now I cum like a guy.  Meaning I squirt and it's bright white and creamy.  But not all the time.  Sometimes it is clear and runny.  But I cum.  This time I decided not to pretend like I was sleep.  He began spreading my legs and licking my pussy and I peeked down at him underneath the covers.  He smiled.  I smiled bigger.  I asked him if I could ride his face.  He obliged.  You better believe I pushed that load straight down his throat and he ate as if it were mine.  I got the biggest best orgasm after I saw another man's cum go down his throat and there began my quest to make a man knowingly eat another man's cum from my pussy.

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A lot of female dominants seem to have impossible and paradoxical expectations of their potential partners:  for example, that you're going to find someone who has a combination of weirdly idealized but almost mutually exclusive qualities.

"The Perfect Submissive" for some of these gals is:

Extremely Successful in Career -- but also able to relocate to another state or country at the drop of a hat.  Financially and Materially Secure -- but lacking any property or investments that keep him tied to a specific company or a long-term mortgage.  Middle-Aged, Socially Skilled and Attractive -- but also childless, unattached, and completely lacking baggage of any emotional or financial kind from previous relationships.  Closeted, Vanilla and even Dominant in the outside world -- but completely open, kinky, and unreservedly submissive in his personal relationship with one (and ONLY ONE!) dominant woman.

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Seems to me that I hear a lot of this stuff a lot.  From a lot of women who seem to spend a lot of time alone.  It's true of people of any sex and orientation, really:  as long as you keep looking for a "Package", you're never going to find a real person.

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ORIGINAL: littlesarbonn

.............Well, those are my thoughts, although I've begun to suspect that for some reason people really don't care what a submissive has to say anymore, as most of my posts seem to get ignored so someone can focus on a one liner some domme might have said.