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..contions 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.

NSA18 to 80 years ● 500km around USA Reno

I’m an experienced Dominant with over a decade in the lifestyle. I know what I’m doing — and more importantly, I know what you need. This offer is for a single, consensual scene: negotiated thoroughly, executed with precision, and left exactly where it belongs — in the realm of memory, intensity, and control.

My profile on is u/davthedominant3 if you want to see my experience.
I bring skill, presence, and the kind of calm authority that doesn’t need to shout. You bring honesty, readiness, and the ability to communicate your limits clearly. I don't demand perfection — I demand truth. I will push you, safely. I will leave you marked, maybe not on your skin, but somewhere you’ll feel for days.

The first time we meet, i promise to make it the wettest night while keeping complete discretion. I am mostly into mentally dominating the person along with physical, so if you are someone who needs a mental angle to play we will be a good fit.

You want me to take you in My hand. You want me to feed you cock and cum. You enjoy being controlled and you absolutely love sucking cock - either one is enough for you to start getting wet.

So, fine, I'll take control. I'll have you kneel for me. Perhaps a hand on your throat. Not gripping or choking, but just steering you. Directing you down to your knees.

That hand stays in contact with you. Only breaking that contact briefly so that I can stand behind you and cuff your wrists together.

One hand holds your hair by its roots, and tilts your head back. And the other spreads across your mouth and nose. Hands directing your movement, controlling your positioning and your breathing. If I'm in control the choice isn't yours, remember?

No strings. No drama. Just a controlled fall into something darker, cleaner, and more exact than anything the everyday world allows.

This is for the submissive woman who wants to give up control — fully, for once — to someone who knows how to hold it.

If this resonates, speak. If it scares you a little, good. That means you're paying attention.

I have a busy life and understand you well too. I am looking to find a safe, discreet kinky space for us both to live our wildest kinks. My profile shows my experience and how scores of woman have felt fulfilled with me. I travel a lot for work and have made sluts across multiple countries.

Kinks for you are a way to experience life in new ways, and I will guide you in this journey. Imagine yourself as a pet in a maze of sexual experiences, running around trying to get out only to realize you love being in the maze.

You by now know that I am going to be a dom you crave, so why don’t you do the good job of introducing yourself?

Kinks: Hucow,
, ***, pet play, impact play, orgasm control, sexualisation of normal things, body watering and lots more

My reviews (Some of these girls are on my profile) "This is so addictive" "I have never been this wet so easily" "AAAA AAA" "Omg that was the best orgasm" Few of these girls verified pics are also up (I only post girls that consent to be posted)

(Safe words will be discussed at start)

NSA5km around USA Chicago
BDSM Play Partner21 to 45 years ● 100km around USA Colorado Springs

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