Dates in London

Hi.

I’m not one for demands, I promise, but I do need something very specific. A man who’s happy to kneel. Literally or figuratively. Someone who’s done this before…spoiled a woman with nothing but his hands and pure devotion.

I’ve never been touched like that. Not fully. Not with intention. I want to lie face down on your table, close my eyes, and let go while you glide oil over my back, down to my calves… turn over when I’m ready… let your palms map my collarbone, my ribs, my hips. I want to feel your focus. Your care. Not your power.

I’m a sub-leaning switch. I’m not dominant, not cruel, not in control. Just tired of never being worshipped. Never being handled like someone delicate, someone worth slowing down for. This wouldn’t be a dom/sub scene. Just two people, one asking to be touched, the other grateful to give. If, by the time you reach my inner thighs, I’m already breathing heavier, if I’m arching just a little, then yes, I want those same fingers to slip inside me. Slowly... like you’re scared you’ll break me. Because maybe you will, but gently.

Thirty to forty something submissive gentlemen who’s been on his knees for kind women - write to me. Let me know you’re experienced. Let me know you’d do this just because I asked. No expectations beyond touch, and softness. I’m not looking for sex. I’m looking to be touched for the first time like I matter.

I might tremble. Might whisper good boy without meaning to.

And you’d smile, wouldn’t you?

Message me.
And please - call me Sweetheart. It feels nice.