I consider myself a sweet and romantic boy but at the same time perverse and very sexual. Sex is an important part of my life and an important part of good sex is an unforced incompatibility of many aspects beyond sex. Even an emotional bond between two people gives it that liquid fire that makes it special and unique while remaining passionate, daring and intense.

Love doesn't need to be a roller coaster of emotions, but having a roller coaster is more fun than not having one. I want to love because when I love my heart asks me to give myself and that is much more beautiful than just playing what. I do not ask anyone to love me but how cute is a man who enjoys to the depths of himself the devotion of someone who gives him his love and gets over-excited just with the idea of ​​testing the limits of that devotion.

How beautiful is that animal magnetism that exudes true dominance, which, awakening something primal in me, throws me in a desperate search for my phallic god.

However, I am still a human being of needs, need for security and affection. The kind of man I need finds a target value in my assets.

He values ​​me because his standing doesn't make sense without his little girl's kneeling.

It does not matter to him to command or not to command and he is not one of those false alphas who takes advantage of a situation of having the power to make the rules in order to be a capricious child with relative freedom.

I scrutinize and I live in peace with the fact that I'm under scrutiny too, in fact I want to be.

Therefore, in addition to lubricating my mind, I take care of my body. I like to exercise thinking of giving you a nice toy. It's not all chit-chat and mental wanking. With a slight touch up, you really want all of this to be your property.

You're going to have a helpful devotee, a lewd whore, and a cute object in one little fag. I suppose that from the age range I am looking for it is understood that I only like to suck Daddy's cock, not from boys my age, not from "my brother" or "my friend", but from DADDY.

Deep down, I am still that teenage girl who dies of wanting to fall in love and really give herself to someone really great who makes her really feel small.

Nor do I want to be hypocritical in material matters: I need my man to be financially well off and resolute.

It is not necessary to shout it from the rooftops and make it my personality, but neither do I hide it, I do not think there is anything wrong. We all give and receive something, including me.

If you think that nothing is worth money, we may not be on the same page. I am not the only person in the world who, except money, has many things of himself to give, things that whoever values ​​only money is unable even to see.

I live my sexuality in the closet and it is necessary that you know this in advance no matter how much or little it affects your interests. Of course, if we are going to be together the matter changes. I will have to come out of the closet because otherwise it would be unmanageable. It's not as bad or repressive as it sounds, few people know who I really am. I understand coming out of the closet as an external formality (heterosexuals are not asked who they sleep with), internally I am very at peace with who I am, without repressing myself, without guilt or old shame from other times.

I am a person of doing and living, I want to explore the world, to get out of the confinement of a small life in a small setting with narrow horizons. I want to go where nobody knows me and pretend that I am another person, one that nobody knows. Maybe you even have a very clear idea of ​​that new person that you can help me create for you.

I am a yoga practitioner and adept at the occult, I have a prolific inner life and sense of ritual and spirit, I think I deserve someone who knows the difference between seducing only with the body and with the body, mind and soul. To be the passive soul of an active soul.

But I also have a playful and external life, I also enjoy banalities and pleasure and fun for just pleasure and fun. Sex is as important in my life as love, the transcendent as important as the banal, the spiritual as much as the flesh.

The reserved ways and customs mean an insubstantial value to me, I do not seek fame or turn my life into a reality show, so although I ignore the men who try to hide me, I also enjoy the taste of a discreet life.

I am born in the common people but I do not hide to have pretensions of a higher level than I really have. I do not tolerate vulgarity or bad manners, or wasting time. If you think I think like the "rich bitch" I'm not, maybe it's because I know I deserve to be.

So I know very well that with all this description I leave few doors open, but the truth is that I love and enjoy the simple, austere and disciplined life that I already have and precisely for that reason, I would only change it for a radically better one at someone's feet.

Someone who, reading this, knows that it is I who, perhaps even without knowing it, has been looking for.