Kana
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ORIGINAL: OsideGirl Yeah, I agree with Chatte. After all, what happens if you show up ready for kinky sex and it turns out the other person doesn't do it for you? It's basically agreeing to have kinky sex with someone, sight unseen. Sure. But people can do lots of communicating first.As in lots. I'd wager there's more than a few people on here who've spent 100's, if not 1000's of hrs talking before they ever met. Plus, and again, this is just me, I almost always meet em in public first, for precisely those reasons. Now, I ain't saying that I've never met a gal under similar circumstances-I can think of at least one time a gal met me in an airport wearing a London Fog, lingerie, heels, a collar and nothing else. But generally speaking, if I like a gal and am meeting her with intent, I let her know exactly who I am, what I'm about, what I like and expect in a bound interaction, and how I interact with a partner, in advance. And I make sure she knows that I'm meeting her with intent..and that if sparks fly I'm gonna be trying to seduce her. No games. No secrets. No hidden agendas. Just straight up. And if she don't like it, hell, there's lots of other guys out there. No skin offa my back. There's lotsa gals out there too. I suppose right about here I'll mention that I almost never fuck on first meet (And I tell em that up front too). Oooh, I'll play with em if the mood strikes, turn em on, get em all riled up, but I rarely actually have intercourse. Maybe a hummer, and that's far more the exception to the rule. Of course the kicker is that 9 times outta 10, she's the one begging, groveling, pleading with me to fuck her while I'm the one who is in control of my sexual organ. And God help her if she shows up doing the whole I'm being careful and non slutty thing. I'll leave her regretting she ever wore those panties. I'll have her begging me to peel em off of her, hating the decision to wear em,vowing never ever again to wear such obstacles in my presence. I use shit like that as a weapon against her, use it to wage war on her with her own wanton desires as my weapon of choice. I'll caress her neck, run my hands all over her, whisper in her ear all the things I'm going to do with her as I nibble her lobe. I'll lick lightly at that spot on the back of her neck. Run my finger ooooh so lightly across her vulva, so soft its not even a touch, more like a whispered promise. Slide strong hands down the insides of her thighs. Pull back, brings my palms up her body til I can trace the underside of her breasts. Lightly make circles round her nipples. I'll use hands, tongue, heart, words, wit, wisdom and wile to turn her into an incendiary device, get way deep in her head, her heart, start wandering into her soul. Commence the journey to possibly, hopefully making her all the fucking way mine. Lock, stock, twat. I don't want her to ever forget the night she met my evil ass. I wanna rock her world inside out and upside down, leave her a trembling, shaking, soaking hot mess. Yeah, that's some good shit there.
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"One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die. " HST
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