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Are you a woman who craves the exquisite release of surrender? Do you long to shed the weight of choice and exist purely to please and obey? Your search ends here. I am currently seeking one exceptional female to become my remote slave—a role reserved for the truly devoted and daringly open-minded.

The Art of Remote Slavery:

This is a dance of ultimate submission, conducted through the invisible threads of the internet. You will live your normal life, but beneath the surface, you will be owned. A single, secret word, shared only between us, is your key. When I send it, you will shed your identity and step into your role. You will respond, "Yes Daddy, your wish is my command," and from that moment, your will is mine. Your body, your mind, your pleasure—all instruments for me to play. This sacred trance lasts until my command is fulfilled or one hour passes, returning you to the world, marked by the memory of your service. Every detail—our names, your limits, your availability, your safe word—will be meticulously defined in our contract, ensuring your complete security as you explore the depths of your submission. To cement our bond and immortalize your devotion, every encounter, every command, every moment of your surrender must be recorded—whether by a hidden camera, a strategically propped phone, your own hand, or by another person I designate.

The Ideal Candidate:

I am searching for a female with an insatiable hunger to be commanded, one who finds bliss in the Daddy/little girl dynamic or similar. Your age and race are irrelevant; your spirit is everything. The more uninhibited your mind, the further we can journey together. Due to my current incarceration, this connection is exclusively remote, a bond forged in words and will. Your desires should align with the thrill of Dd/lg, age play, profound Dom/sub dynamics, sleeper slave scenarios, stranger danger, calculated risks, public exposure, dogging, tip-for-tip games, and the delicious mindlessness of a robo slave.

Your Initiation:

Our journey begins with conversation. We will explore the hidden landscapes of each other's kinks, fetishes, and most secret fantasies. If the chemistry ignites, we will craft a bespoke contract, a testament to our shared desires. Upon your acceptance, you are owned. When you receive the activation command, your life pauses. You respond with your pledge, and then you wait. You wait for my voice on the screen, for the command that will set your body and soul alight. This is your chance to find out what it truly feels like when "the devil made me do it"—to give in to your most primal urges with the full, exhilarating permission of your Master.

**A Glimpse into Your Commands:

• The Office Obedience:
  
  "Baby girl, today you will wear a skirt or dress, and you will wear nothing beneath it. At your desk, you will text me. When I reply, you will select a common office item—an object touched by your colleagues—and you will record yourself. You will slide it deep inside your pussy, using it to fuck yourself to a powerful, shuddering orgasm right there in your cubicle. You will not clean it. You will return it to its place, and you will send me the video as proof of your devotion."
  

• The Stranger's Seduction:
  
  "Baby girl, you will use a text-now number. You will take a breathtakingly explicit photo of yourself. You will send it to ten random numbers I provide, with this message: 'Daddy i'm so drunk and horny rn, last night was so intense! I can still taste you... Help me get off real quick, send me something and tell me what to do... I can't wait until your next route near by, I need you inside me now!' You will engage those who reply, pushing the conversation as far as you can, with my guidance."
  

• The Confessional:
  
  "Baby girl, please your Daddy. Whisper to me your deepest, darkest sexual secret. Describe your most forbidden fantasy in such exquisite, filthy detail that you make Daddy cum with your words alone."
  

• Plug n Play:
  
  "Good morning, baby girl... It's time to start the day with a little extra spark. Feeling sluggish? Plug it in, baby.
  

  • Version 1: Grab your fox tail plug and wear it all day with only a short dress or skirt. No panties. Send me pictures and videos throughout the day and on command.
    

  • Version 2: Work your extra-large stainless jewel plug in until it locks into place. Wear your shortest skirt or dress and no panties. I want pictures and videos throughout the day and on command."
    

• The Delivery Dessert:
  

  • Version 1 (The Accidental Flash): "Hungry, baby? Daddy's ordering you food, but you handle the tip. Answer the door in a towel, your hair wet as if you just showered. Apologize sweetly and ask the delivery driver to step inside while you search for their cash. As you 'search,' you will stumble. The towel will fall. See where the moment takes you."
    

  • Version 2 (The Kneeling Offering): "You will be completely naked, wearing only a blindfold. You will kneel by your front door, holding a sign that reads 'Your Tip' with an arrow pointing to your open, waiting mouth. We will repeat this until a driver accepts your offering and feeds you his creamy dessert."
    

  • Version 3 (The Unlocked Door): "Baby girl, hungry? Daddy's got you. I've ordered food, but you get dessert first. You will be naked, on the floor near your unlocked, slightly ajar front door. Your ass will be high in the air, your eyes covered. No looking. No talking. Just wait. Daddy's special delivery is on his way, and he's going to love his tip."
    
    Your New Reality:
    
    This contract is your key to a world of pleasure you've only dared to imagine. Expect mind-blowing orgasms from the most depraved sexting, the adrenaline rush of public exposure, the raw, primal thrill of sex with complete strangers, forbidden public masturbation, and earth-shattering climaxes in the most forbidden of places.
    
    The Dare:
    
    I triple-dog-knot-dare you. Are you truly kinky enough to handle this? Are you brave enough to find out what you're capable of when you finally let go?
    
    Daddy adores his obedient girls and loves to spoil them with expensive gifts. This is an exclusive arrangement—one slave at a time. Contracts can be renewed by mutual agreement, ensuring our dynamic remains fresh and intoxicating.
    
    With years of experience in orchestrating safe, anonymous encounters, I know exactly how to push your limits while protecting you. I have studied the female body and its psychology for over five years; I know your desires before you do.
    
    Your first act of submission is to reply.
    
    Ready to let go? Ready to be owned?
    
    Message me for more information or to begin your application.

You can text me here on *** or on Session

Who I’m dying to meet

One extraordinary woman, 40–55, who feels the exact same electric pull I do and understands that some fires only burn hotter when they’re hidden in absolute darkness.

You’re:

• Married or single; doesn’t matter, as long as you’re capable of total, airtight discretion
• Local to Middle Tennessee (Franklin, Brentwood, Nashville, Cool Springs, or within 30 quiet minutes)
• Curvy, soft, responsive, with lips that beg to be suckled for hours and breasts that heave when you’re breathless
• Patient enough to endure slow, ruthless worship and greedy enough to sob when you’re denied my manhood until I decide you’ve earned it
• Addicted to the kind of deep, sloppy, spit-drenched kissing that leaves chins glistening and sheets ruined
• Craving slow, bare, relentless thrusting that ends with you flooded and trembling, followed by long, skin-fused cuddling where every aftershock is milked by gentle rolls of hips and soft bites

• Able to meet weekday afternoons in cash-paid hotel suites, then vanish like we never existed
  
  If you’ve ever locked your car in the Kroger parking lot and felt your thighs clench at the thought of a silver-haired stranger who will hold you so tight you forget your own name, while his wife sits home oblivious…
  
  Send me the words
  “I keep secrets too”
  and tell me what your lips taste like right now.
  
  I’ll handle everything else.
  She will never know.
  No one will ever know.
  Except us, every single time we disappear into that room. 💦

Oh, daring seeker of shadowed thrills within the FET app's velvet lair, where BDSM's siren song beckons with promises of dominance's firm grasp and submission's sweet surrender, envision me as your enigmatic maestro, eager for a captivating muse whose pulse quickens at leather's whisper, silk's binding embrace, and the electric rush of shared power under starlit skies. If your hidden desires crave exploration in safe, sacred spaces—where trust forges unbreakable chains and fantasies leap from screen to skin—then summon the courage, my alluring enchantress, and send that fateful message to bridge our worlds into a whirlwind of intimate ecstasy. What secrets shall we unveil together? Ignite the flame... 😈

Hello, radiant goddesses of dominance,

I’m a committed, passionate man in my 40, living in a country bound by tradition and orthodoxy, where the concept of a hotwife and cuckold marriage is rare and misunderstood as prostitution. But I’m here, heart racing with excitement, ready to take a leap of faith into a lifestyle that sets my soul on fire—a life where I serve as your humble partner, devoted to your power and boundless passions.

My Submission and Vision: I thrive in submission, finding joy in surrendering to a strong, dominant woman who commands with confidence and humiliates with a loving, stern touch. My vision is a partnership that shines for society’s sake—a perfect facade of a traditional marriage—while you live without limits, your desires unleashed with lovers who fuel your fire. I’m passionate about being your cuck, locked in chastity, grinning through every delicious insult, every moment you claim your freedom. My commitment is unwavering: I’ll be your rock, handling life’s details—errands, support, devotion—so you can soar, your passions unrestricted, your dominance my guiding light.

Why You Need Me: You need a partner who revels in your power, who finds pride in your pleasure, no matter how many lovers you choose. I’m here to serve, to clean up after your adventures, to cherish every command you give. I’ll play the dutiful husband in public, charming families and friends, while protecting our secret: your limitless desires, your network of lovers, your radiant control. I’m reliable, eager, and thrilled to be humiliated, my heart soaring with every sneer or taunt, like “he’s got no dick, locked up tight!” I’m your safe space, your devoted cuck, ensuring your world is yours to shape.

Why I Need You: I crave a woman whose strength and dominance consume me, whose stern voice and wicked smile make my caged heart race. I need your control, your *, your unapologetic pursuit of pleasure to fuel my purpose. In a country where tradition stifles such desires, finding a real hotwife is a challenge—women here are bound by orthodox expectations, unaware of the thrilling freedom this lifestyle offers. I need you to break those chains, to show me a world where your passions know no bounds, where I can kneel at your feet, serving your every whim with cheerful pride.

My Troubles: In my conservative homeland, this lifestyle feels alien, hidden behind closed doors or unspoken entirely. The women I meet shy away from their desires, tied to tradition, leaving me searching for a true hotwife who embraces her power. I’ve faced dead ends, but my passion for this life burns bright, and I’m ready to find you—the woman who lives without limits, who commands with love and cruelty, who makes every humiliating moment a thrill I cherish.

Take the Leap:** If you’re a hotwife who craves control, who wants a partner for society’s sake but lives for her unrestrained passions, take a leap of faith with me. I promise a life of thrilling devotion, where your dominance is celebrated, your desires are limitless, and I’m your humble servant, grinning through every command. You won’t regret it—together, we’ll build a world where your power shines, and my submission completes us. Reach out, and let’s start this exhilarating journey.

With eager devotion,
Didaslv
TG - @Magicfingz

Anyone looking to mutually please each other? In private or hidden in public even 👀

The Internet has removed the space separating us while giving the ability to remain a little hidden.
I'd like to explore with another, online initially and more if both parties are interested.
Message me with your desires and a good time to meet up and I will respond accordingly. Looking forward to hearing from you.
Me hot Dad bod waiting to entertain you.

Anyone who wants to hang out and share some new fun experiences im fully submissive and have other hidden rare qualities about myself im hoping to meet some fun people

I get an outfit to wear. I go to a bar in the see thru small outfit. Nothing much being hidden. Ripples hard already wet, I wait. U come up from behind. Tweak my hard ripples running ur fingers around them making them harder and harder. U push my legs open, im scared glancing around. Taking me over to a booth u bend over and put something on it. For u ,sit down on it now. I peak over the table. A dildo is suction cupped to the booth. My pussy is soaking wet. I sit on the pillow. It fills me stretches ne. After its a little more comfortable u starting playing with the controls. Lean forward, I do , an anal plug suddenly is jammed into my ass. I gasp. Hush, no sounds u tell me. A buttons pushed and strong vibrations are moving thru me. Making me wiggle. My thighs slapped open ur legs. U start to rub my slit. The kilos still deep inside me. Don't cut. I'll tell you when. Im quivering ready. All ready on the edge. Controls are played with the thing inside me starts thrusting. Deeper and deeper in me. Flushed cheeks, flushed chest ripples hard suddenly a ripple clamps applied to my breastfeeding
I cumin ever wear. Earning a scowl from u. Go to the van, bend over,have ur ass in the air waiting for ur punishment.. Wait for me. My juices fairly pour from me. I need to be filled up
Yo have a hard dick fill me up, a butt plug in my ass. Then the van starts. I groan wanting release so badly.

I’m a submissive that is kAF. In gear nightly. Always sleep in gear. Latex, leather cycle suit, football kit, wrestling gear, mx gear more….
Like to play in same unless we are roleplaying
Cnc stuff. Always into younger generation now are the Alpha and control and the fuck out of me . Open to all .Restraints number one kink. Being a latex head to foot gimp is another fav.
I can switch if need be. Very few limits. Clean vac
With no hidden agenda.
5’11 #170 smooth clean vacc no drama just fun had by all . , corporal punishment,
Outdoor, bring ur friend, and so much more.
Bring on your kink-I can take and enjoy it .

I’m seeking someone confident, grounded, and experienced enough to take the lead — whether that’s in a scene, a relationship, or just an adventure. You don’t have to fit into one mold, but I’m drawn to people who balance strength with patience, and who enjoy teaching, guiding, and challenging a willing sub.

Ideally, you’re open-minded, kinky, and excited to explore outdoors as much as indoors. Someone who loves the idea of hiking to a hidden hot spring, camping under the stars, or playing with a little risk and exhibitionism in the wild.

Clear communication, respect, and honesty are essential. I want to meet a Dom(me) who values connection and growth, who can push boundaries while keeping safety and trust at the core. If you can inspire me to strip down, open up, and surrender, we’ll probably get along just fine.

Let's meet and get some lunch and then find a nice spot (home or hidden in nature) to fool around. I wanna eat pussy and unload the bucket of cum I've been carrying around in my nuts. Sti tested and vasectomy, willing to give a fat creampie if desired.

I’m a dominant who’s freshly stepping into the lifestyle—not by accident, but by calling. Don’t let “new” fool you—I bring passion, focus, and an intense desire to learn and lead with both a steady hand and a teasing smile.

I crave connection that goes beyond the scene: long-term, personal, and powerfully intimate. The rituals. The control. The surrender. The trust. These things speak to something deep in me, and I’m looking for someone brave enough to answer that same call.

I’m playful but firm, affectionate yet commanding. I’ll take the time to learn you—your limits, your kinks, your hidden wants—and I’ll share mine. I have a few hard no’s, but otherwise? My curiosity runs wild.

If you’re a submissive (or switch with a submissive core) who wants more than just a one-night scene—someone willing to explore the layers of ownership, obedience, and devotion—then step forward. Let’s build something worth kneeling for.

Protective, worshipper, and a playful spark? Do you lead with strength and devotion? Are you also willing to create room for my hidden siren to come out? Willing to do what it takes to make me feel safe enough to be soft, desired enough to melt, and teased enough to ignite my fire? Come show me.

Daddy Dom looking for a female to have BDSM/DDLG encounters in DFw area. Have 20+ years of experience within the BDSM scene.

My Ideal Person, I am looking for an eager playmate who truly enjoys or wants to experiment with BDSM and/or DDLG; I am not looking for sex; someone who is passionate about exploring new fantasies (experience is not important). Have a hidden fully stocked playroom with Saint Andrews Cross, spanking bench and tons of toys.

Check out my kinks—I have a lot of them!
Looking to *** or chat first and then meet in person. Age (preference 25-65) and your appearance is not as important as finding a healthy match of enjoyable activities. If this is the type of person you’re looking to explore your desires with then please respond!

Tourist or locals welcome lets hit a few of the hidden gems of dyrtle and see where things go

Looking for a female who knows what she wants.

I am a Brand model on social media and I like to show off my body, but not for free. I would love to show it off to you as well!

Let your eyes worship me
AS I GRAB your neck
Let your lips 💋 want my mouth like you need my breath!
Kneel before me and pray to your devotion
Plead my hand to seek your hidden places
Map the territories and boundries
Within wish I lam enthroned King..
Seek to please me... And I take you to that place where pleasure and *** liberate the beast within you...
Let me tame your Tigeress🐯

Anyone from this part of the woods

I am an elegant, sophisticated woman and a natural sexual dominant. I seek perfection and demand strict obedience at all times. This will feel completely natural in my company as I unlock your real potential and exceed your expectations. I am a dominant lady, romantic, with a good sense of humour. I like to laugh and joke, tactile, optimist and caring. I am your typical mistress in private. The one who owns and directs your submission.

I am looking for a discreet friendship for a start. Nothing serious in the beginning. Just some days out and possible more with a man who loves nothing but female domination. I will be your Mistress and you will be my submissive partner. I would like to meet kind-hearted, reliable, easy-going man, not coach potato, an active man who has hobbies and who does not spend all his time sitting in front of TV. If you have the hidden desire to belong to a mistress in private, you are cordially invited for some enjoyable moments with me. Please don't contact unless you are clean and drug free

I am looking for someone who may be in a similar situation as me. Someone who has a void in his life I need some special in my life for intimacy, romance, and friendship, and if that can be accomplished with the right man, who is looking for more out of life and is mature enough to handle this type of discreet relationship, without all the drama, then that would be a perfect situation.

I was born dying, literally and barely made my first month and year.   No parental touch.   Lots of needles and sleep.  


Yet I knew immediately in the human technology in my wild self, that this want my kind, my place, my pack, I could t see my mom… or any wolf mom I’ve had.

the hole in my human heart kept mostly hidden, very gruffly cute, self determinate self responsible and self governed thoughts and growls and snarls protected, for I would have pushed my mother to passive Ggressie me w neglectful stupidity if she’d had to experience that in form.  


sge saw in my eyes, my movements, my straying for the s and elders and stories and not toys and rs.



like her, but even more a aun the human world, I had to stay sane by putting anything I could l darn in my eternal  existence and experience.   The wild doesn’t have books and am glad, for evolution and mama earth favor the love of teaching our youth and protecting them w stories and imaginings of true events that remind the teller of the millions s of dna stories,  literally composing their physical universe body or chicle, so to speak, or section of space held by them (rocks and ravines tell as much as a perfect great white whose body is 400 million years perfect so imagine the musings their cultural dna and wisdom remembered provides beneath the skin where water is d to drop an atom…

uncer the sea is not for any weak la d creature that thinks they can just come back after evolving such land tailored suits.



wolves don’t insist,

But squishy, weak, and un armed and unahilded or armored homo-fell off the stupid truck, and at first we Wilde thought it was like a fun first reality tv show on mtv… but then shit got hella cold and kinda frustrating for many wild, and some of this bipedal FYCKS killed our elders, our story tellers… it’s clear that our wild will never be gone,



I am proof… I am a wild in a human because the wild flight was sold out….  This shit is TRASH…



BUT,

I am here with some amazingly human bound brain for English and writing and oration and using words to t so all can hear…



and I know it ain’t MY MOTHER FUCKING ancestral wisdom cuz I DO NOT SPEAK FUCKING HUMAN ANYTHING!!!



we speak energy. Body, clarity. Honesty, music w howls and songs, we have made art in the physical universe on this planet since minutia-lily “animate” life could move.   Rocks and core and space and gasses and physics it the fucking proof that there is anywhere in physical that one thinker and feeliwr and doer and teacher can exist and play w physics, or just watch the game for a bit.



(go be a tree sometime, I fucking have t done that shit I AGES and w

y energy levels, it was a huge grove that got a lot of the elements and flowed and fruit and ants and woooo coooool.



humans deserve the wrath of any beast, in any corner above earths core, form:my ravenous curious and no fucks given for no good reason wildness of wolf pup or shark pup plat at predation and the sexuality of a predation species who lives for their prey and ecology and forest and as vigorously as for herself.



i digress.

im founding a path simply as a wolf w her pack (family and babies and siblings and aunties and all) who got to the rise were following to our next chill spot, but it DUMPED like 6 fluffy soft almost breathable Sierra feet and I’m gonna enjoy bounding into that bliss and ALSO sacrifice my full belly so my babies and elders can keep theirs warmer longer.


it started w bdsm and sex.



 Humans have sex as a spiritual event  well, haha, in Thor dumb  odies… and when you find the right prey, the right preymate, you know as a human they are your live mate… I am primal, as humans say.   As a woman, I am mother of the younger, always have been, and as such, I lead hunts to teach, and for curiosity, and then… the close I got to the right preymate and live mate… the more I found myself experience human  sexual extacy in energy MORE than the exquisite body sex.

i have to remember I can’t stay gripped on her neck and jugular muscles w my more male sized but womanly Basque jaws.

and she melts beneath me grip, both of us want the beautiful glory and energy unifying agreement that some specifies have made in pact together:



we, the herd, must stay strong or you will run out of food and your babies will die…  we don’t want that for you anymore than for ourselves…



we the predator, the keystone family and firm matriarchy, will guard this secret pact between those species of you that agree, and we will never chase the most perfectly muscled and fast, and FUN TO CHASE, for your babies need them and the family needs to hear stories of last leaders and current teachers are the ones we will seek, the ones with no stories not already told in every iteration they care

to this time… they want to be chased and look honorable to the youth, and yet, they will enjoy the time in your wolves or corvid bellies, and the shit parts of with the most SLOW molecules will have the least nutrition and will help all th others around.



ywah, if we fail you’ll have to keep those lusty little mammals in line, 



but that moment t of a predator taking their prey to death ns sacred.  You have no idea how important and humbling full of honor the keystone spreciea worship and elate in the sadness and grace of being any creatures last beating heart sound, and warm embrace…



unless you are like me: wild and the mother or father, or uncle who never doesn’t remind the wee ones how and killing is NEVER done in haste, with ought all options considered, or with agreement and balance.



In nature and evolution and earth (in Basque Mythology, I worship Mari most), the species living in this sacred peace and solemn solidarity to serve their own species, AND maybe even MORE so, to serve every living thing they see…



those creatures have proven the rewards of living in the morality of wild, the exhalation in the hunt,

wolves and cloven creatures have succeeded on every continent.   Great whites swim in every sea.



mari gives them the choice of more space and variation for more fun and learning, and because their pact, their marriage of herd and pack, their populations have spread with health and without much change needed, and with enough resources,



and not till man, did the loss f that natural church become burned and charred.

May the English coming from my basque genes and all my ancestors as human, may it reach those of you…

for we are far more than they, and at this point, most of us are in human…  we can’t rebalance with peace:  



woman up

man up

if you conceive, that child is your new god or goddess.   
if you’re lovemated as human or wild, you know… our kind follows eachother in life a d death.



MOTHER THE FUCK UP, YONGER AND OLDER LADIES OF CHILD LABOR AND LOVE!!!!



working on organizing this human English shit into more actionable or cultural or community or nature worship ways, and need help or shortly worded feedback   


English is not my first or 1,000th language guage.   Ask the robins and crows and birds and beasts around me.   Human faces do have the cool skill od learning g other species la guages   So many birds are WAY BETTER,



but it’s decent.



will be:

www.bigbadlittlered.com

bigbadlittleredways***

510-994-6776 or 961-488-8522

wolf  tacy traverso

pronouna:  mom, MOMMMM, MOMmy?, mother, etc… as my sons

basque Mapuche Celtic gaelic



happy hunting loving fucking and lusting

HMU I’m bored horny send me pics and help me find my hidden kinks x

As Bella , 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 , 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 ***, but a part of me will always miss him.