I’m looking for a lifelong partner first. A husband, if we get there. A man I can give my whole heart, body, and soul to, and who gives that back without making me compete for it.
DaddyDom energy is what I want in him: dominant, devoted, a little obsessed, still in charge. Golden-retriever warmth with a firm hand. He babies me without making me feel foolish. Princess in the street and in the sheets. He talks during sex. Praise, filth, my name, what he’s doing to me. He’ll try new things with me and sometimes push me just past my comfort zone, then check my face and bring me back. He can tell “I’m nervous” from “stop.”
He gets 110 percent from me. Eyes only for him. He will never have to doubt that I love him. Monogamous unless we talk about it and decide otherwise together. Not a solo choice. A partner’s decision.
I’m not hunting a roster. Two boyfriends only if we have already talked about it and both chosen it. A play partner the same way: discussed, agreed, not instead of the relationship. Default is one man, all the way.
Stable life helps. Older than me. Funny, patient, a little feral. Dark humor, dark romance, public affection, quiet dates. Kind without being weak. Dominant without being careless. Mine without making me earn it every morning.

Hard limits. Not negotiable, not “maybe if I’m in the mood,” not something to push.
No hitting. No slapping. No hard physical ***. I don’t want to be hurt to get off, and I don’t want *** used as punishment or as a test.
No spitting.
No watersports. Don’t *** on me.
No ***. Nothing involving poop.
Nothing with needles. No piercing play, no needle play, no *** play that needs a point.
“Push me out of my comfort zone” does not cover this list. Nervous is not the same as a limit. These stay off the table unless I bring them up myself, and I don’t plan to.
Everything else we talk about first. Safe word stands. If I say stop, it stops.