Who said love and sex can’t be holy, divine, and dripping with devotion?
I want to be your ritual, not your routine.
Conscious, sacred D/s is what my soul craves. I adore Daddy Dom energy but not the performative kind, but the kind where devotion is your native language. Where presence and provision make me melt. Where adoration flows from me because I’m safe to be soft.
Ultimately, I want an anchor. A Daddy. A co-creator of a bond where rope and kink and lifestyle exploration elevate, never replace, our tether. Sacred to filthy and back again, somehow with zero loss of integrity.
I’ll be your soft landing space if you create safety. Consistency. Laughter until we cry. Sillyness that heals our souls. Playfulness that leaves others in awe. And a grown bond so deep, anything is possible building from our foundation of abundance.
Touch is my dialect. Travel fills my lungs. Dancing is how I shed the world. I flirt without trying, and I’ll likely rest a hand on your thigh just to feel the grounding. If that unnerves you, we won’t fit.
Magic is a requirement. So is emotional intelligence.
Nerdy passion? Yes. I’m learning Human Design and Gene Keys. I love conversations about inner ***, expansion, consciousness, and wealth. I’ve been known to fall down rabbit holes about sovereign finance, creating pensions from side hustles, and how to fund legacy.
I’m in Lutz, FL part-time (30-45% depending on conferences for work) and CT the rest. I co-parent older kids and am finishing up healing from autoimmune flares. I don’t drink, but I will flirt with you across the bar. Or the dungeon.
Self-awareness is my kink. Consistency is my love language. And if you’re the kind of man who knows how to claim with tenderness and presence, you may just be what I’ve been whispering for.
Health is important to me, and I am fully committed to longevity over superfiscial, so working on getting my body (inside and out) to maximum optimal for long term. I lift, and gym flirting is definitely a thing for me. Deep kisses inbetween sets, the ass grabs, the stolen glances from across the room as we each do our own thing, and you ravaging me the minute you’re able to.
*** Stand out in my inbox by using Magic as the first word. it’ll help me know the ones who’ve read this.
