Back back back back. Guess which song.
I'm worn out and horny. Also bored. It's Saturday night here, I got the red wine and weed ready once again, and it's time to wear out my trusty magic wand.
Not "send me your favorite movie" bored. More like "I have spent the last hour arguing with strangers on the internet and somehow that made me lonelier but also extremely horny" type of 'bored'.
So, here we are.
I'm 29, German, opinionated to an objectively unhealthy degree, supposedly kinda bratty with a hidden good girl/princess streak. Big on BDSM, rough sex, humiliation; not big on scat, low effort, and unsolicited evidence that your other head is working fine at least.
I'm also told I'm intimidating.
Oh and I'm Jewish.
I'm looking for someone interesting to talk to. Man or woman, I don't particularly care. Funny helps. Intelligent helps more.
You can tell me about your life, complain about yours, flirt with me, challenge me to an argument, or explain something you're embarrassingly obsessed with -- as long as you keep feeding me porn and watch my mind melt as goon myself into oblivion.
Gyro, steak that‘s Blue and white and important to me. Guess it and we’re good. I got more guessing games ready.
Oh and as a "gift", here’s an excerpt from a prompt of mine:
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It’s almost morning and I find myself in the guest room of the house. My face is beet red, I’m sweaty and shaking and my hoarse voice is filling the room once more as I scream out another orgasm. I’ve lost count at this point. Chances are, I’d even struggle saying my full name and birth date at this point.
Fortune favors the bold and arrogance can be quite sexy.
Make me regret posting this -- in a good way.