The kind you don't take home to mother....
Most white guys I meet I try to scare away immediately by telling them I'm too kinky for them. If alpha males would be the only males in my immediate orbit, sigh. But alas, pretty girls are flypaper around which the beta boys buzz. Perhaps I should go out with a fly swatter from now on, swat them away. My 'too kinky' scare doesn't have the desired effect, in fact, it seems to turn them on. What do they think 'too kinky' means??
1) That I like DP's
2) That I like being tied up and ravished (or ravaged)
3) That I like watching nasty porn
4) That I like tooting a white powdery substance and fucking all nite
5) That I like raking a guy's back with my nails while digging
my stilettos into his ass
Well maybe I do like all of the above in context, but kinky is also my perennial state of mind, I can't help how I'm wired, just like you, dear reader, can't help your fetishes, fantasies or sexual proclivities. The making-guys-go-gay thing gets my pussy wet. And when a guy at a club or a party really pesters me, and pesters me, I tell him my bottom line, you have to suckee dickee for me. And that usually scares them away. So one of the reasons I am on Keen / Niteflirt is because it's my perfect world. Where my gayboys are, that's where I wanna be!
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