Despite all what many BDSM fans says, women are wonderful human beings, whose beauty makes the world fantastic place to live. It all happens by erotic and sexual union between men and women. I love to look at woman's eyes when I ask about something on a street and feast myself with feelings and emotions I see there. I love to feel a woman in my arms or even just beside me, enjoy her warmth, her breath and her delight of my companion. I love to bathe in unity of pleasure, see a women's lust even bigger then mine, fan it's flame and chase it, fulfill it and tease, tease and fulfill, and I love to feel a woman bemused by desire fulfilling my lust. I love this that much that reality is not enough. That's why I'm here.

And here comes bondage. When one of the sides is totally restrained and helpless, the other can give much more than in situation when reciprocation is possible, and take what I need to keep the storm going. Dealing with a women tied up gives me all the freedom I need to inflame her with a touch, kisses, love and fear, pleasure and pain skillfully dosed. Oppositely, being restrained cuts off all my thirst to return immidiately what a women gives, so I'm fully opened to my body and her passion. I have to take all that she wants to give and I have to give all that she wish to take. No thinking, just pure sensuality.

Well, while I write this, my cock goes hard. I guess I should make a call to someone. Or if she doesn't answer, I'll have fun in here. :)

Sorry for my English. Spank me for it, girls. Spank me hard.