In about a half hour I’ll be free, looking for a man 35+ (ish) who likes nipple torture (no gore just clamps and pulls)
I have a few toys I like to use
I will send pics of myself but I don’t enjoy being asked for pics over and over and over it freezes the app and really takes me out of it. Just text and if we get on voice.
Hey!
I’m looking to play this evening, about 5 hours from the time of this post.
Looking for a somewhat sadistic play partner.
We can chat limits and kinks in DMs
I DO
Send pics
Send voice notes
Occasionally call
However all of these are on my own terms, I don’t enjoy feeling like I HAVE to constantly send photos, or voice notes. Text is my preference until we have a better established relationship.
The fluorescent lights of the office building flickered off behind you as you stepped out into the cool night air, the distant hum of the city your only company after another grueling evening shift. It had been three weeks since you finally ended things with her—three weeks of blocked numbers, deleted photos, and the sweet silence of freedom. No more midnight texts, no more surprise visits, no more of that intoxicating, volatile whirlwind that had nearly consumed you.
You turned the corner toward the employee parking lot, keys in hand, when the low purr of a familiar engine caught your ear. There, under the hazy glow of a streetlamp, sat her white sports car—polished to a mirror shine, blue underglow casting eerie highlights along the curb. And perched on the hood like she owned the night itself was her.
Long, jet-black hair with sharp bangs framed her face, a few strands catching the light as she tilted her head. Her glossy lips puckered into a playful kiss, one hand raised to blow it your way, while the other rested on her thigh. The skimpy lavender halter top clung to her curves, paired with that tiny khaki skirt and black thigh-high stockings that disappeared into sturdy boots. The darkness itself mocking how innocent she could look.
She smiled—slow, knowing, dangerous.
“Hey, baby,” she called softly, her voice carrying across the empty lot like velvet. “Miss me yet?”
Her eyes locked onto yours with that familiar mix of adoration and obsession, the kind that once made your heart race and now sent ice down your spine. She slid off the hood with graceful ease, taking a step closer.
“Thought I’d surprise you since your phone seems to be broken. We have so much to catch up on…”
If you’d like to play “my” ex shoot me a DM with your characters name and description. All kinks and what happens next can be discussed in DMs.
I’m split between you getting your revenge for me being such a bitch, but this kind of sex only makes me more obsessed with you OR she pushes your limits and what you thought you would say no to you end up agreeing to, she’s manipulating and bossy.