I’m small, curvy, and open-hearted. Sometimes a little annoying but always with a warm heart. And honestly, when I start rambling, or spiraling into self-doubt, or talking badly about my body, I long for someone who knows how to quiet me. Filling my mouth works better than any argument. Not to shut me down, but to hold me steady enough that I don’t need the words anymore.
Let’s cut the BS and just be ourselves, honest, curious, and real. The world’s on fire, and now more than ever I need connections that nourish and strengthen me.
Give me a man who can sit with his own feelings and still knows exactly how to lead.
I’ve always known I’m submissive, and I recently discovered just how deep that need really runs. Not just in play, but as something I want to live in a relationship too. I’m craving depth. I want someone who craves telling me what to do as much as I crave hearing it. I want someone who actually understands what this dynamic means, who’s done the work, who knows what he’s doing, not just performing it. Someone who wants to dive in with me, explore, build trust over time. Consent as an ongoing conversation, real aftercare, holding space for what comes up.
I ache for someone who knows what’s good for me before I do. Someone who punishes me when I argue, or when I don’t believe him after he tells me I’m beautiful.
Sex should feel like every dark corner of me gets pulled into the light. I want someone who takes my desire and my most shameful thoughts and turns them into something I beg for more of. I want to be taken apart so completely that I forget my own name, and every ugly thing I’ve ever thought about my body along with it. I want to be pinned down, dirty talked into silence, and still somehow feel cherished the whole time. I want marks I still see in the mirror the next morning. I have my own career, my own home. I make my own decisions. That’s just who I am. But not who I need to be in bed. I want to feel claimed by someone powerful enough to undo me completely, someone whose own hunger is tied to mine, whatever shape that takes, as long as I’m always what it’s about. Handled, worshipped, used, all at once. Met as an equal everywhere else, until we’re alone, and then I want to be the one who kneels.
I don’t want to live this 24/7, but I do want to explore it, mostly in the sexual and intimate space. I love being guided. Told what to do, how to do it, where to do it, what to wear, what to eat, what to send, what pictures to take, what to suck, how to beg for it. When to come, when to hold, when to be quiet, and when to be loud. That kind of structure is where I feel most free.
If after reading this you’re as hard right now as I am wet after writing this, please let me know what to do next, sir.
I just want to be your good baby girl.