Fifty five, animals at the edge of the city, and I never stay the night
Posted as the_animals_tie_me
- Looking for
- a submissive who can come to me and does not mind mud
- Experience
- Twenty eight years, two households, one of them thirteen years.
- Around
- the outer ring, Madrid
I have animals. That means I am here twice a day, every day, without exception, and it means I have not slept away from this house more than four nights in eleven years. Everything else in this post follows from that sentence.
Fifty five, Madrid, dominant, twenty eight years in this. I ran a household arrangement for thirteen years with a woman who came here to live, and it ended when she died, and I am not going to say anything else about that here.
What I am offering is unusual and I know it. I cannot come to you. Not for a first coffee at eleven at night, not for a weekend, not ever really, beyond an afternoon within an hour of here. What I have instead is a house with room in it, out where the streets give up and the plain starts, complete privacy, and the kind of quiet that people who live inside the ring road find unnerving for about two days and then cannot get enough of.
I lead through work and structure. There is a great deal to do here and the doing of it, properly, to a standard, at a time I set, is most of what a dynamic with me consists of. Some people find that the least erotic description they have ever read. The ones who do not tend to be very sure about it.
I am practical, undramatic, and not much of a writer, as you can probably see. If you are somebody who has thought about a life like this rather than a weekend of it, that is the letter I am waiting for.