Hey.
Yeah, you — the one still reading.
I am sitting down wondering what exactly brought me here, to make an ad for a fellow kinkster, and that too on reddit of all places, some exercise huh, lol, but yeah, here we are. Which brings me to my current dilemma, how big a slice should I cut and show to keep your interest, especially that of a brat, with their gold fish level attention span xD.
Most people read ‘nerdy dom’ and vanish the next instant, but seriously, what’s this bias against nerds huh, we can be fairly kinky too, but yeah we come with our quirks. But since you’re still here,, I should probably string in a word of caution: I bite. Sometimes it’s because you are a delicious lil snack and I simply can't keep my hands off of you, but sometimes it’s because you are the only line separating me from dying of starvation. You don’t find out who’s biting until my teeth are already grazing your neck and your pulse is doing a very bad job of hiding that mix trepidation and desperation
Let’s start light, I’m 23. An aerospace engineer. I spend my days figuring out how to make things fly, and my nights… figuring out how to make people fall apart in much more interesting ways. I’m 5’11”, with a lean physique, grew up almost entirely in the pool so go figure, lol. Math and physics are my in house therapists, and free too, you should give it a try ;). Music depending on my mood can range from hardcore metal when I need adrenaline, to soft Arijit Singh-esque melodies when I need to close my eyes and breathe.
Dogs are my reverse scale. And no, I don’t know why either. You’ll always find me with a book, could be fantasy, myth, thrillers, sci-fi, true crime. If there’s a booktopia to disappear into, I’m already halfway there, that’s the love I have for stories. I like storms. Something about them feels familiar. Poseidon would probably claim me if Camp Half-Blood was still around, or as a matter of fact, Camp Jupiter too, but let’s be honest, the Greeks have the edge 😉
Now. The part you’re actually here for.
I’m a soft-pleasure dom with a very real dark edge, almost like a newly sharpened knife with that glinting edge. I don’t yell orders. I don’t need to. I like to whisper, low and steady, especially in your ears, making your skin pop goosebumps all over, your knees going weak, that slight shiver as your body rushes adrenaline in precaution , but your eyes, chico, your eyes, they overflow with need as they gaze in mine, almost begging. And against every ounce of common sense that tells you to walk run away, you throw all of that caution to the wind and jump off of that cliff.
I know this sounds like it was thrifted off of a dark romance, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't and guess what there’s only way for you to find out 😉
But at my core, I am a soft dom. There’s the gentle side of me — the one that pulls you into my chest, kisses your hair, traces your skin slowly like I’m memorizing it, every inch, every curve, every bump. I’ll shower you in soft gentle praise until your mind drowns and short circuits as you hold my gaze, without relenting, showing you want all the more.
As a pleasure dom, my domination thrives on your pleasure, the more the better and there would never be a time where I could ever be satisfied. I don't just seek your pleasure, I seek control over it, it could be with a toy, or my good ol’ fingers, maybe my tongue or the best, my rock hard dick. In my eyes, they are all merely keys that open the gates, the floodgates if you will. I want you on that pedestal, free and powerful but at the same time in my palm.
And then there’s the other side.
The one that wakes up when you push back. When that sass starts showing. When you smirk like you know exactly what you’re doing.
That’s when the praise thins out and the softness goes away.
That’s when my gaze goes from devotion to raw primal hunger..
That’s when I take.
I like resistance. I like the tension in the push and pull before the eventual surrender. I like someone clever, bratty, a chaos gremlin, borrowed the phrase from a brat, dw, I’ll return it 😉 Someone who knows how to poke the bear just enough for the chase to begin. Every eye roll, every sarcastic “make me,” every second you fight it only makes the moment you give in hit harder.
I want someone who can push me and enjoy it. Someone who understands that control isn’t one-sided, I might have your wrists pinned, but that’s only because you said a loud enthusiastic yes earlier.
And no, this isn’t just about sex. I take consent seriously, to me it’s almost sacred.
I’ve dealt with flakes, ghosts and even wannabes. I am no longer in a rush. I take my time, build that tension slowly, watch every move you make, learn every detail about you that you are willing to share.. But when I let you in, you get all of me, the teasing, the softness, the filth, the obsession. Honesty isn’t optional. It’s the foundation.
Kinks? Ohh yeah.
Brat taming. Orgasm control. Degradation. Rough sex. Bondage. Impact.
And the darker stuff — CNC, TPE, free use, humiliation — only when trust is deep enough that you can hand me your trust and know I’ll treat it with care.
Because after I push you, after I break you open, I’m the one holding you. Kissing your skin. Telling you you’re safe. That contrast, rough hands, gentle words, that’s what does it for me.
I want to be rough with you. I also want to miss you when you’re gone.
I want to spank you until sitting hurts, and then bury my face in your hair, breathing in whatever fruity shampoo you used, one hand tracing that red bruise almost apologetically, the other reminding you exactly who you belong to.
I want to look into your eyes when you’re on your knees, mouth full, taking me deep, your tongue working me until I forget how to stay quiet, making me make noises that you love hearing me make.
When I say I want you, I mean all of you — mind first, then body. I want you safe enough to shut your brain off and let me take over. I want you to trust me with the parts of yourself you don’t hand out easily.
Your move, trouble.
Ciao.