First, I am not bi- nor bi-curious. So men, if you respond, it means you are complete idiot for NOT reading and will be treated as such. Second, I am actually 48, not 38. Screwed up in the drop down in creating profile. Me: -- Never married with no -- College educated -- Not looking for notches on my bedpost, would like to meet one kinky individual. -- Yes I am kinky. I have a few limits (obviously since I started with one, but pretty open). -- Not looking to label any relationship I have except of two people enjoying each other physically and mentally. -- I am BDSM experienced. You don't have to be, and that's totally fine. Even if you seek that, I will not go there unless their a complete trust factor both ways. -- I have a body shot and a cock shot, if you need a face photo, just ask but if you don't have any photos on your profile and you ask me for photos, then I am probably not going to send them. -- I get physical attraction. I do. I want you to be attracted to me as much as I am you. When it doesn't happen (either by me or you), I get it. It is disappointing yes, but I do understand. -- There is NO need to tell my shortcomings if you are not attracted to me. I am not perfect and neither are you. What I seek is two people in something in perfect. If you attempt to tell me my shortcomings, that says more about you than me. I don't do that and you shouldn't. I do get silence, that's all I need. -- I do understand your mailbox is flooded, typically it is on any dating site (especially ones involving sex). I mean there are 25 men to one woman, so yes, your inbox is going to be flooded. It is good and bad. I get it. But don't treat me like some person that hurt you in your past. I am human being first. We are all individuals, different and unique. -- I would like a strong mental connection too. I am not desperate and not on here to just "fuck". So if your idea of conversation is "text talk", then save us both some time. If I can't get to know you and what makes you tick, so to speak, how can the sex be anything more than just stoic. -- If you are on here because you need a body part to be a certain size, that says more about you then me. I am seven inches and I am happy with that, but if your profile says something "need a big dick", well don't contact me. I am not looking for someone to just lay down and spread their legs.

My Ideal Person My ideal person?

I do realize that is NoStrings, and most on here are for something different. I realize that I am the wrong size, race or sex for many on here. That's fine. I am not interested in those type of people any way.

But what I seek is something similar to what I have previously experienced ...
One thing for those that might be interested in me to understand where I am coming from, a vision in my head still burning in my head, a reality that I want again:

Picture a man sitting in a chair ...
In front of him, a beautiful woman ...
Her heals inching her short frame taller for him to see ...
Her black dress clinging to the curves on her beautiful body ...
She stands because she was asked in a firm manner ...
She does it because she wants to please ...
He tells her to slowly remove her dress ...
She submits sliding it slowly down until it hits the floor ...
Nervous that she is pleasing to his sight ...
Excited to the thought of touch ...
He gets up of his chair ...
Not taking his off of this gorgeous creature in front him ...
Intent on soaking her in as she stands at attention ...
He walks behind her ...
Takes the blindfold of his back pocket ...
He places it over her eyes ...
The room goes dark for her now as pulls her hair from the strap of the blindfold ...
She is blind to the world and his for the taking ...
He presses his body next to hers ...
He removes her bra and lets it fall softly to the floor ...
A kiss he wants, a kiss he will have ..
But not now ...
She is his ...
Not saying a word ...
He reaches for a rose that was carefully hide from sight ...
He brushes it softball against her skin ...
Working it gently around her breasts ...
"Are you a dirty slut?" he asks ...
"Yes I am," she replies ...
"The don't say a word," he proclaims ...
He pulls up to her nose ...
"Take a deep breath," he says ...
He whispers, "a rose represents many things for many people but it's bright red hue and soft, delicate petals, represents so much ...
"For some love ...
"For some outer or inner beauty ...
"Fools give them for mistakes ...
"And some give without any understanding ...
"For us they are the here and now, the beautiful flower with the thorny green steams, that is us.
"That is you and me at this moment."
As he takes the rose and sticks the stem in her mouth ...
She clinches down to hold it within his sight ..
His right hand slides between her legs ...
First on top of her panties ...
The touch that is so dear ...
The wetness is clear ...
Where she is physically at is no longer clear ...
She is another world far from here ...
He moves he closer to the chair from which he came ...
She sticks her arm out so slightly ...
Not knowing what is there ...
It is at the moment ...
The power he holds is clear ...
Her vulnerability and trust are all his ...
He knows his lustful wants and kinky desires,
He wants to cuff her,
He wants to spank her,
He wants to restrain her,
He wants to fuck her,
But protecting her and cherishing her is more dear.

More to the story? I will not share. That was between me and her. The kink was there. A dozen roses to start with and four left in an ice bucket in the hotel with a note for the housekeeper, "Please accept my apologies for the mess. Accept these as a token for your under appreciated hard work."

It was not taken from a book. It was not taken from fantasy. That is my reality. That is the journey I began. That is the journey I seek. It was awakening. A clarity. It IS I am. I have been this way my whole life. I am kinky. I am perverted, but who isn't? I know who I am. I know what I am capable of.

Your fantasies. Your desires. Your limits. They become mine. I will push them and explore them. I will do it within my time.

I am not here because I read a book. I am not here because I saw a movie. I am not here because I like watching a certain type of porn. I am not here to get laid.

I am here because I TRULY know who I am. Do you want to know me? Do you want to understand me? Then my journey is your journey.

That journey? It is a not a cheap fuck (there are plenty of those there). It is not a simply tying someone up, blindfolding them and then finishing with a tickle and poke. It is far more. It doesn't have labels or purpose, just two individuals. It requires communication, openness, honesty, trust and understanding. It requires effort. The effort though is so worth it.

Are you worth the effort?