I was watching this show called Masters of Sex and it had one of the, if not the most beautifully shot sex scenes I've ever seen on TV.
It got me thinking - are there any sources for good quality porn, that isn't unrealistic or abusive? Just two loving couple having happy sex, not for the camera?
I'm from India - hope weeds out the racists. Humans, please read ahead.
Somewhere out there are people who have their lives perfectly figured out. I am not one of them. A long and unhealthy relationship with a cadaver of a bedroom has seriously started affecting me.
What I do have, however, is an alarming curiosity about random things, an internet connection, and the ability to turn a simple conversation into a two-hour rabbit hole about history, technology, psychology, or why humans decided silent letters were a good idea.
On paper I’m a fairly normal, functioning adult. I lawyer, play hess, travel and, occasionally remember to drink water, In reality though, my brain is constantly juggling a rotating list of interests, questions, half-read articles, and ideas that probably sounded smarter at 2 AM.
With the same vigor do I enjoy a carnal escapade, where we share an orgasm over underwater internet cables.
You have my love if you write full words, I know sentences are a luxury in this day and age.
That being said, I'd definitely appreciate effort and intention. I know women find it hard to choose between the fishes swarming their inboxes, but I would absolutely love it if you could choose to spend a little bit of time with this fish before tasting another.
**About Me :**
Personality-wise: mildly sarcastic, quietly observant, been called a nerd, but a huge people person especially if people are strangers.
Physically - I'm fit, but not muscular. Got hair almost everywhere other than my head, lol. Not tall, not too short either.
I’m not really here with a grand plan. Mostly just curious about the people who exist on the other side of the screen. If you’re someone who enjoys thoughtful conversations, strange tangents, and the occasional “wait… that’s actually fascinating” moment, we might get along.
And if not, at least we’ll have contributed to the grand anthropological experiment that is talking to strangers on the internet.
No, \*notabot
Oh, I’d have loved to ask you to write an essay in the opening, but I’m just a man trying my luck with women, so anything works!
30 years young, and I can talk—at least I like to think so. I’m hoping you won’t be thumbunicating while we text, but let’s see how much drexting I can tolerate.
Of course, I’m dumb enough to expect even a decent conversation from around here, but I genuinely hope we can vibe, you know? Something that lasts longer than a man’s orgasm. I’d love to chat about sex (obviously), but I’m also down for music, movies, or travel. Or we can dive into the absurdity of our abysmal existence—your choice!
I’m searching for a woman who initiates, someone confident, and open to building a connection based on mutual trust.
What turns me on: a horny wink, an erect nipple, and active enthusiastic consent. I’m all for bodies that defy conventional beauty standards—got some body hair? A little extra weight? Smaller breasts? Brown skin? You’re likely to give me an instant boner at first glance.
Let’s see where this adventure takes us!
Hope the Indianness of the title weeds out the racists. Humans, please read ahead.
Somewhere out there are people who have their lives perfectly figured out. I am not one of them. A long and unhealthy relationship with a cadaver of a bedroom has seriously started affecting me.
What I do have, however, is an alarming curiosity about random things, an internet connection, and the ability to turn a simple conversation into a two-hour rabbit hole about history, technology, psychology, or why humans decided silent letters were a good idea.
On paper I’m a fairly normal, functioning adult. I lawyer, play hess, travel and, occasionally remember to drink water, In reality though, my brain is constantly juggling a rotating list of interests, questions, half-read articles, and ideas that probably sounded smarter at 2 AM.
With the same vigor do I enjoy a carnal escapade, where we share an orgasm over underwater internet cables.
You have my love if you write full words, I know sentences are a luxury in this day and age.
That being said, I'd definitely appreciate effort and intention. I know women find it hard to choose between the fishes swarming their inboxes, but I would absolutely love it if you could choose to spend a little bit of time with this fish before tasting another.
**About Me :**
Personality-wise: mildly sarcastic, quietly observant, been called a nerd, but a huge people person especially if people are strangers.
Physically - I'm fit, but not muscular. Got hair almost everywhere other than my head, lol. Not tall, not too short either.
I’m not really here with a grand plan. Mostly just curious about the people who exist on the other side of the screen. If you’re someone who enjoys thoughtful conversations, strange tangents, and the occasional “wait… that’s actually fascinating” moment, we might get along.
And if not, at least we’ll have contributed to the grand anthropological experiment that is talking to strangers on the internet.
Hope the Indianness of the title weeds out the racists. Humans, please read ahead.
Somewhere out there are people who have their lives perfectly figured out. I am not one of them. A long and unhealthy relationship with a cadaver of a bedroom has seriously started affecting me.
What I do have, however, is an alarming curiosity about random things, an internet connection, and the ability to turn a simple conversation into a two-hour rabbit hole about history, technology, psychology, or why humans decided silent letters were a good idea.
On paper I’m a fairly normal, functioning adult. I lawyer, play hess, travel and, occasionally remember to drink water, In reality though, my brain is constantly juggling a rotating list of interests, questions, half-read articles, and ideas that probably sounded smarter at 2 AM.
With the same vigor do I enjoy a carnal escapade, where we share an orgasm over underwater internet cables.
You have my love if you write full words, I know sentences are a luxury in this day and age.
That being said, I'd definitely appreciate effort and intention. I know women find it hard to choose between the fishes swarming their inboxes, but I would absolutely love it if you could choose to spend a little bit of time with this fish before tasting another.
**About Me :**
Personality-wise: mildly sarcastic, quietly observant, been called a nerd, but a huge people person especially if people are strangers.
Physically - I'm fit, but not muscular. Got hair almost everywhere other than my head, lol. Not tall, not too short either.
I’m not really here with a grand plan. Mostly just curious about the people who exist on the other side of the screen. If you’re someone who enjoys thoughtful conversations, strange tangents, and the occasional “wait… that’s actually fascinating” moment, we might get along.
And if not, at least we’ll have contributed to the grand anthropological experiment that is talking to strangers on the internet.
Hope the Indianness of the title weeds out the racists. Humans, please read ahead.
Somewhere out there are people who have their lives perfectly figured out. I am not one of them. A long and unhealthy relationship with a cadaver of a bedroom has seriously started affecting me.
What I do have, however, is an alarming curiosity about random things, an internet connection, and the ability to turn a simple conversation into a two-hour rabbit hole about history, technology, psychology, or why humans decided silent letters were a good idea.
On paper I’m a fairly normal, functioning adult. I lawyer, play hess, travel and, occasionally remember to drink water, In reality though, my brain is constantly juggling a rotating list of interests, questions, half-read articles, and ideas that probably sounded smarter at 2 AM.
With the same vigor do I enjoy a carnal escapade, where we share an orgasm over underwater internet cables.
You have my love if you write full words, I know sentences are a luxury in this day and age.
That being said, I'd definitely appreciate effort and intention. I know women find it hard to choose between the fishes swarming their inboxes, but I would absolutely love it if you could choose to spend a little bit of time with this fish before tasting another.
About Me :
Personality-wise: mildly sarcastic, quietly observant, been called a nerd, but a huge people person especially if people are strangers.
Physically - I'm fit, but not muscular. Got hair almost everywhere other than my head, lol. Not tall, not too short either.
I’m not really here with a grand plan. Mostly just curious about the people who exist on the other side of the screen. If you’re someone who enjoys thoughtful conversations, strange tangents, and the occasional “wait… that’s actually fascinating” moment, we might get along.
And if not, at least we’ll have contributed to the grand anthropological experiment that is talking to strangers on the internet.
No, *notabot
Never had any luck with r/dirtyr4r . Have any of you had any luck with any other subreddits for virtual connections?
I’m a 30-year-old man who still believes in redistribution of orgasms and dismantling patriarchal bullshit, even when I’m the one giving orders. Progressive politics, regressive kinks - welcome to the contradiction that is me. Here’s the non-negotiable part upfront: I’m not looking for queens, princesses, or anyone who thinks “submissive” is code for “pampered royalty who never has to lift a finger”. It’s 2026. Entitlement disguised as kink is just capitalism in lingerie. I want mutual respect and fierce self-respect. You should know your worth so clearly that you don’t need constant spoon-feeding of validation to feel secure. I’ll call you a good girl when you earn it, degrade you beautifully when we both want it, but I’m not here to babysit insecurity or stroke an ego that expects worship just for existing. If “spoil me or I leave” is your vibe, keep scrolling - I’m allergic to invoices disguised as flirtation. What actually turns me on: Effort. Real effort. Someone who types full sentences instead of being a monosyllabic monster. If I pour paragraphs and get back an emoji confetti, I’m out. I want a woman who initiates sometimes, who teases back, who drops filthy voice notes at 3 a.m., who says “I’m dripping thinking about your last message” without me having to beg for it. Confidence that says “I choose to kneel for you because it makes me wet, not because I need you to pay my emotional rent”. Kinks / turn-ons : Active, loud, shameless yeses — nothing hotter than hearing “please ruin me” with zero hesitation Horny little winks over text, nipple prints through thin tops, that feral instant boner when I see real bodies - body hair, soft bellies, smaller tits, brown skin, stretch marks—all of it have my love. Voice notes of you moaning, laughing at how pathetic we both are, or just breathing heavy while following instructions Orgasm control, light humiliation, tasks that make you blush in public, “good girl” turning into “you’re such a desperate little slut and we both love it” Chess bets with unsafe-for-work forfeits, cooking while I give increasingly unhinged orders, sending pics/videos exactly when told. If this made your thighs clench instead of your eyes roll, come in swinging. Start with an introduction. Your move, menace.
I’m a 30-year-old man who still believes in redistribution of orgasms and dismantling patriarchal bullshit, even when I’m the one giving orders. Progressive politics, regressive kinks - welcome to the contradiction that is me. Here’s the non-negotiable part upfront: I’m not looking for queens, princesses, or anyone who thinks “submissive” is code for “pampered royalty who never has to lift a finger”. It’s 2026. Entitlement disguised as kink is just capitalism in lingerie. I want mutual respect and fierce self-respect. You should know your worth so clearly that you don’t need constant spoon-feeding of validation to feel secure. I’ll call you a good girl when you earn it, degrade you beautifully when we both want it, but I’m not here to babysit insecurity or stroke an ego that expects worship just for existing. If “spoil me or I leave” is your vibe, keep scrolling - I’m allergic to invoices disguised as flirtation. What actually turns me on: Effort. Real effort. Someone who types full sentences instead of being a monosyllabic monster. If I pour paragraphs and get back an emoji confetti, I’m out. I want a woman who initiates sometimes, who teases back, who drops filthy voice notes at 3 a.m., who says “I’m dripping thinking about your last message” without me having to beg for it. Confidence that says “I choose to kneel for you because it makes me wet, not because I need you to pay my emotional rent”. Kinks / turn-ons : Active, loud, shameless yeses — nothing hotter than hearing “please ruin me” with zero hesitation Horny little winks over text, nipple prints through thin tops, that feral instant boner when I see real bodies - body hair, soft bellies, smaller tits, brown skin, stretch marks—all of it have my love. Voice notes of you moaning, laughing at how pathetic we both are, or just breathing heavy while following instructions Orgasm control, light humiliation, tasks that make you blush in public, “good girl” turning into “you’re such a desperate little slut and we both love it” Chess bets with unsafe-for-work forfeits, cooking while I give increasingly unhinged orders, sending pics/videos exactly when told. If this made your thighs clench instead of your eyes roll, come in swinging. Start with an introduction. Your move, menace.