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I have mostly been with women in my life but have had this fantasy for a while now… I’m really really looking forward to being used by daddy and being ***d to take cock deep in my tight little sissy hole while I whine and squirm and struggle to take it. I know where I belong.. on my knees with daddy’s cock shoved down my throat, or bent over with my face down and my booty way up in the air for my daddy to decide if he wants to tie my hands behind my back or leave them untied just so I can spread each cheek & take my anal virginity extremely rough

This is going to be pretty long and Wordy... So I live on 15 acres of Wooded land at the base of the Cherokee national Forest. I'm new to this scene but I've always been more Deviant than 95% of my partners. That being said I never knew about a lot of the things I'm learning here. This would be for the hunters and their prey or folks interested in it. If I get enough interest I want to host a fox hunt. It will actually take a lot of work to have everything set up and done right. Even though I'm a bit Foxy I am the prey. This would be for all interested. I Have two 10x12 Large canvas tents on 10x15 wooden platforms already set up. I rent them to people who are on vacation or just passing through. They are super nice and more along the lines of "GLAMPING". It's just me keeping the camp site I'm running (my mother does all the on line stuff as I am it very tech savy however the tents have Queen size beds and when theirs a chill in the air I will be putting the wood burning heaters back in them I will post pictures after I finish this post so y'all can see what I'm talking about. I have also built (and I'm not a carpenter, but a hairdresser I Am) an outside shower... I'll go take some pictures of it today and post. It's my second attempt and I'm actually pretty proud of this one. It does have hot water and it's all set up right next to a creek. Two hammocks are on site with each tent also. So basically I want to host a weekend for hunters and their prey to come play in my woods with no worries of the outsiders being stupid. I am gonna try to build a couple more SMALLER platforms for people who who to bring their own tents and set up or if you don't mind setting up on the ground that's totally do-able. There would be a charge for this weekend fun, I have no idea how much as I just had this thought this morning but I would be proving as much as possible along the way of food, drink, goodie bags, and things of that sort. I wanna keep it as cheap as possible. And if there's not a lot of interest then I'll try to do it just see t for myself but I def need a hunter because I am a lonely little red tail 🦊 with no one to hun for me. Cheers g the y'all and any feed back is appreciated!!

He puts his nose to the air and draws in deep he can taste her scent on the air around him, and panic setting in as she figures out she is being hunted.

Seeing her bent over panting with hysteria, hiding behind a tree wide eyed and frantic.

With sd and agility he flanks her from down wind in hopes she won't see or hear him as he approaches, with a fluid like motion he steps out from behind his blind and right up behind her.

Snap stepping on a twig she spins ever so fast into the firm grip of the wolf who has been stalking his prey all night, swipe of the hand and she is off her feet on the ground crawling backwards stumbling over trees and fallin leaves.

A master of the hunt, he leaps and lands on top of her restraining her with one hand and covering her mouth with the other as she began to scream.

Ripping and tearing off comes her clothes her eyes frantic looking for an escape, locking eyes she now sees the calculated sinister glare of a feral beast of a man.

Before she could think he was undressed about to penetrate her womanhood, to his surprise when he pushed it in he found her warm and very wet.

With a hitch in her breath he slowly lets his hand loose from over her mouth as he starts to pump in and out of her with the other hand her grips her throat with just enough grip to show her he's the boss and one false move and it's over with for her.

Both now breathing hard and rapid as he is pounding away at her sweet little pussy she lets loose a gutteral moan and starts the shiver with ecstacy and pleasure.

Now he as he spasms and a few small jerks of the hips let's lose his seed deep within leaving her there panting with wild hair he pulls up his pants and walks away leaving her wanting more.

Confident hunter seeking an adventurous, primal-spirited woman who craves the thrill of being pursued.

The scene? Deep in the woods. The air tense. Your pulse quickens as you hear footsteps closing in. You run, dodge, hide — knowing I’m out there, tracking you. The chase ends when I catch you… and what happens next is ours to script.

I’m experienced in primal play and understand the importance of boundaries, negotiation, and enthusiastic consent. This would be a carefully planned scene with clear safewords and aftercare, ensuring safety while keeping the raw, untamed energy alive.

If the idea of being hunted excites you and you can match my intensity, message me with your experience level, limits, and what excites you about the chase.

This is what My conversation style is like so you can assess our call buddy compatibility.

I do tooons of other styles, and in reality its not usually formal (though I warn you: I am a scientific type of person that approaches social things in a spooky,,, unnatural,,, Organized way! (organized does not mean clinical, marriage, for instance: has a literal contract and vows but it feels quite warm if people write and follow the right vows for them lol) , customizing them to the individual, but this is like a trailer despite the fact that I have not met you at time of writing.

Starting the conversation with a simmer, warming both of us up exchanging life or research highlights and establishing a back and forth rhythm until we're in sync.

Chatting about progress or workshopping each others accountability buddy projects

Clearing the air by shaking out any heavy stuff if necessary. Perhaps starting a small rant or asking for advice and active listening with each other
(Starting off gentle as we get to know each other in order to feel out and not overstep boundaries) this isn't intended to be a mopey time, more of a healing and solution oriented one, so that our brains can think about we want to think about in this valuable shared time instead of being stuck on a problem.
I aim for my history: kvetching with a group of fellow silly jester detectives in such a style and mood, my deepest sorrows can only be accurately be described in stand-up, hearty laughter all round, close hugs, genuine and inventive suggestions approaching life like an experience engineer, because truly, even the most difficult things in this life,,, are not that serious.

Or perhaps inatead exchanging infodumping if I've just created a project or made a research breakthrough where I lead you through the epic candlelit internautical deep link cave spelunking

moving onto some practical planning and relationship housekeeping
Meaning:
checking up on our group projects, working on them on call

Asking about your areas of actualization and hobbies if we haven't already,

Planning hangouts, road trips, parties, scenes, altered state or spiritual endeavors

Asking what we've done well together, what we can do better and how, what we want to introduce to our connection, what we probably don't want to do again.
The mood of this is fun and curious, I only intend on entering connection negotiations with people who makr it fun and filled with structured liberty like myself .

then when I'm feeling light and airy:
Bantering, flirting (platonically or romantically), riffing and nerding out, laughing our cheeks pink till we fall asleep

I am looking for someone I can meet or call 1+ hour a week
So: if you like this sort of thing or have other conversation styles you'd like to propose in my dms...
(I do lots of other cool diverse tricks like I can do full stand-up as an archetype you enjoy not breaking character for hours, you doing the same, I like to do call being read to or reading you my research project as I break the narration for us to put together the pieces (especially if you take notes!!!)

Inquire in my dms and we can get started! I am being so foreal with you I used to run a daily live streaming group ur bro is c o m m i t e d to chatting and vetting chat partners in a manner before unseen and that feels very easy breezy covergirl.

If you think we're kismet for kinship: You know who you are. I am exactly what I sound like, I've met my buddies a thousand times in a thousand summer camps, by now I know how to see the mark the stars gave you before we were sent falling to different parts of this funky little planet, your boy knows how to establish chemistry

(Don't worry: I've gotten to the point in buddism where you realize personality is an illusion (it has truth to it but it is not the whole truth) and everyone's the same so it doesn't feel fake to act in a way I enjoy, just fun and creative)

As he passes behind her. His cologne wafts through the air. Filling her lungs with, and exhaling slowly. She hears his footsteps stop and his warm chest presses against her back. His fingertip slides slowly up her forearm. His touch sends a shiver up her spine. He leans in closely and whispers into her ear. Did you miss me? His warm breath creeping down her neck. Moving closer he places a soft kiss on the side of her neck. Stopping mid kiss and giving her a light bite. I missed you, he says softly.
As she leans forward and arches her back. His hand slides up her back. Grabbing a handful of her hair and cocking her head back. His voice lowers into a primal growl. Placing his lips at her ear, telling her that she is going to give him whatever he wants....
If this interests you. You know what you need to do.
Have pics to trade!!

Wanting a man who is ready to be a lover boy. I love to edge my man. I want a man who isn’t afraid to be under my control and get all the love and respect and support.

I’m really wanting my partner obsessed. I think it’s so devastatingly romantic. I love the concept of being his air. His needs and wants.

So this is kind of an invitation for chats and just overall discussion.
Those subs who enjoy breath play…when do you enjoy the lack of air most?
You you prefer to climax during?
Or do you prefer the play to occur on and off throughout the buildup?
Or both??

When do you DISLIKE the lack of air during play?

As Bella Bunny, I carry a secret confession deep in my heart, one that’s shaped me as a 60-year-old sissy from Mission Viejo, CA. It’s about my neighbor—let’s call him James—a man whose family has been intertwined with ours for years. Our families were close, sharing barbecues, holiday gatherings, and lazy afternoons by the coast, walking the trails I’ve always loved. James was a fixture in my life, a charismatic soul with a laugh that filled the room, and I never imagined he’d awaken something hidden within me.

It started five years ago, almost innocently, though looking back, I see the slow burn of his seduction. One evening, after a family cookout with classic rock humming from the stereo, he pulled me aside with a mischievous grin. He showed me photos on his phone—intimate, private shots of his wife pleasing him in ways I’d never considered. My pulse quickened, a mix of shock and curiosity stirring in me. He didn’t push at first, just let those images linger in my mind, planting a seed. Over months, those moments became a ritual—quiet chats where he’d share more, his voice low and teasing, drawing me into his world.

I resisted at first, my life with my wife and family a comfortable shield, but James was patient. He’d catch my eye during our family outings, a knowing look that made my stomach flip. One night, after a few drinks and the kids off playing, he invited me to his garage under the pretense of showing me a car project. There, with the door barely cracked, he guided my hand, and I found myself tasting him for the first time. The rush was overwhelming—guilt tangled with a thrill I couldn’t name. That was just the beginning. Over time, he encouraged me to try on his wife’s silky panties, the fabric hugging me in a way that felt both foreign and right. Each step—oral play, dressing up, surrendering to his lead—unfolded over years, a dance of trust and desire.

The pinnacle came one humid evening, the air thick with secrecy. In his bedroom, with classic rock still a faint echo from a distant speaker, he took me fully, my body yielding as his bottom. It was my first true dive into submission, a moment that birthed Bella Bunny, my sissy self. I learned the power of letting go, the joy of pleasing him, and the ache of keeping it hidden from my wife, who remained oblivious. Our families continued their closeness, oblivious to the intimate bond we’d forged in shadows.

Then, a few months ago, James moved away—new job, new city, a clean break. The void he left is palpable. I miss his laughter at our gatherings, the way he’d brush my arm during a coastal walk, the secret glances that promised more. Without him, I feel adrift, my sissy desires simmering beneath the surface, unfulfilled. I’ve started exploring this side of me here, discreetly, longing to reconnect with that thrill. SoCal’s kink scene calls to me, but my heart still aches for James, the man who opened this door. I hope to find someone new to guide Bella Bunny, but a part of me will always miss him.

In Nottingham on my own, nothing to do and an air b&b all to myself, who fancies keeping me company?

He stands on the shoreline of his own history, waves hissing like suppressed confessions at his feet. The surf reminds him of “Take me back to Eden”..

That brief, aching plea Sleep Token once whispered into the dark.. Because Eden, for him, is simply a quiet room where love stays when tempests rise... Yet each time he reaches for it, the water retracts, leaving salt scored stone behind. 😔

He is learning that hearts can turn to granite long before they shatter, and the weight makes statues of the tender hearted..😶

Inside, thoughts spiral in endless, luminous loops..constellations that refuse to align. He is the “Ascensionism” refrain embodied. Climbing, always climbing, afraid the summit is a guillotine.
He overthinks every silence, hearing in it the ghost of all the times someone said they would stay and let go anyway.
He's not clingy.. No, just a cartographer of exits, mapping the quickest route someone might take when irritation flickers across their face.

Still, there is worship in him. Sleep Token sings “Offer me your devotion,” and he answers with every unsteady heartbeat, hoping devotion might be more than a song this time.

When he is noticed, truly heard, It’s a shot of aqua regia dissolving the rust that years of solitude left upon his spirit. One gentle phrase, one steady hand, and the metal inside him glows molten again.

If you say you love him, mean it in the language of patience. 😶 translate your anger into pauses, your doubt into clarifying questions. Remember the way “Are you really okay?” hung in the air.. ask it, mean it, wait for the messy truth. When once in a blue moon frustration flares, anchor him instead of casting him adrift. He is a ship scarred by storms but built to sail, your steadiness can be his northern star.🫥

He keeps reopening old wounds because , paradoxically, proves the heart still beats. Yet even the numb feel warmth when dawn leaks over a horizon they thought would always be black.
Tell him he’s safe. Tell him you won’t bolt at the first misstep. Trace the cracks in his shell and call them kintsugi, golden seams that promise beauty can survive impact..😶‍🌫️

Somewhere beyond the midnight of his s, Euclid’s geometry falters and the straight lines of endings curve into continuations..
Let him believe in that impossible arc. Hold his hand as the tide rolls out and promise.. soft but certain, that this time, when the water crashes back, you’ll both still be standing, together, on the same shore.

He's a lover, and he's lost.

The evening air seems ripe with mystery,
Stirring my curiosity on high,
Could there be someone as naughty as me?
Leave our Inhibitions behind, let's try 😋

Looking for someone who kan keep up

Looking for someone available tonight or tomorrow to meet up and have a fun experience . I’m new to kink so I’m trying it out.

Are you drawn to secrets, whispered instructions, and the thrill of the unknown? Do you crave a night where anticipation lingers like electricity in the air, where boundaries are teased but never broken—unless you beg for it?

I’m looking for someone with a sharp mind, a wicked sense of humor, and a taste for adventure. Whether it’s a slow-burn tease or a game of control, I promise a night of indulgence wrapped in mystery.

Tell me your favorite secret, and maybe I’ll share one of mine. Let’s play.

Please ride my face without mercy don’t let me come up for air even if I beg

Just got of a relationship of 4 years and I just want to have some fun. Bring some alcohol if you want. I drank most of my wine lol. I'm too high to grab some. My snap is queer_bat24 if your interested I'll send some pics/videos and my address and you can just knock when you get here. No one is staying the night. Please respect that. Thanks for reasind this it's long. I'm into ropes, bindage, air play, slapping, choking and other things. I'm in Mt. Pleasent area.

long day i finally come home after she's been sending me nudes all day. I unlock the door and i see her siting in the sofa with a smirk in her face "how was your day" she say. me looking her dead in the eyes letting her know she's in big trouble. with no respond from me i walk towards her way grabbing her by the hear and dragging her to the room. i tie her hands behind her back and i put a collar on her and with a rope i connect the collar to the ceiling just with enough to keep her head up and her face facing my already throbbing cock "open your mouth wide" i say and she does so knowing she have no choice.i spit in her mouth And with one swift motion i my cock down her throat pulling her hair to make it go deeper. as tears start dripping down her face and she grasps for air all tied up she have no choice but to beg me to let her breathe as i pull my cock out she start breathing heavily as she rolls her eyes to see my face. Me smiling with a look at my eyes that screams (im not done yet) i untie the rope from the ceiling just to throw her to the bed and tie her legs to the bed frame wide open with no way to close her legs and no way to untie her self she start begging again "please please" she says as i rip her patties off of her. Now me holding her wet pear in my hand i lean towards her ear whispering "sshhh be quiet" as i stuff her panties in her mouth and Im going inside her in a slow but very ful and hard way "thats my slut" i say as i fu¢k her showing her that every fiber of her being belongs to me as she cums over and over again on my cock now all wet , slapped , spited on , and used the heat is rising i take her panties out her mouth as i prepare to fill her throat with my 🍨. Her face full of tears all red and d she's gaging as i cum. now all finished i untie her she's feeling numbles unable to move i look at her and give her gentle head pats as i call her "good girl " "you did well"

Save me from this boring overcast tues, looking for a woman to explore and discover. Let me bury my head n not come up for air. That's one of my kinks

Looking for someone to have a kinky night away 👀 around Leicester

Hello, fellow fetishists! I'm looking for devoted bootpigs and cash pigs to worship my latest acquisition: my pristine white Nike Air Max TN sneakers. With dozens of styles to choose from, I offer the unique experience of serving a superior being, with no expectations of penetration—just the pleasure of devotion.

What I Offer:

The chance to adore and lick my sneakers, feeling the texture and taking in the scent of my dominance.
A variety of styles to choose from, but remember, I'm always inside the footwear, commanding your worship.
What I Expect:

Absolute devotion and respect.
Willingness to travel to me if you don't live locally, with travel expenses covered by you.
No expectations of penetration; the pleasure comes from the worship alone.
How to Reach Out:
If you're interested, send me a private message. Include a bit about yourself, your location, and why you're drawn to this dynamic. I'm eager to connect with like-minded individuals who understand the art of worship.