I am a submissive. It says so in my twitter bio. I will happily admit that I like to be complimented and flirted with. I will occasionally post pictures of my pussy, tits, and myself in various states of undress, just like I do on here. I’m an exhibitionist. I am proud of that fact.
And, if you want to chat with me and flirt or send me photos of yourself I will be flattered. Thanks. However…and this is a big however, I’m not leaving my husband for you. I probably won’t even masturbate to your pictures. If you contact me with your stats and think I will drop everything to tell you how big your cock is, you just might be delusional. I have two kids, a dog, and a house to take care of. I hardly get to go to the bathroom alone, what makes you think I have hours to tell you how wet you make me?
Look, if you talk to me like a person, I will chat with you. I have several friends and other bloggers on twitter than I keep in contact with. A select few that I will actually masturbate to their generous photo offerings. But that is after a friendship has been established. I don’t lie on twitter, believe it or not, so don’t expect me to pander to you either. If you’re a 17 year old pretending to be 38 and just the Dom for me, you will have your bubble burst my friend.
And certainly don’t think that my husband isn’t allowed to read my DMs. He laughs at your dick pics, just so you know. I don’t lie to him. And you can ask all you want, he’s not going to let me play with you. If he ever feels comfortable letting me be topped by anyone else, it’s going to take a lot more of a vetting process than checking out your penis. He will always have final say. He’s the father of my children. We have a bit more of a connection than you telling me how big and luscious my tits are (not that I don’t appreciate it).
I love talking to people. I don’t want this to be a discouragement for anyone to talk to me on twitter, on here, or should you see me on the street. This is just a statement of fact. That even though I’m an exhibitionist and sub, that doesn’t mean I kneel for just anyone. It’s going to take a bit more than flattery for that to change.