Paris, thirty one, and my floorboards betray absolutely everything
Posted as the_neighbour_below
- Looking for
- a dominant with somewhere we can actually be
- Experience
- Four years, two dynamics, both of them conducted very quietly.
- Around
- the 11th, Paris
My apartment is on the top floor, it is twenty two square metres, and the woman below me can hear my chair move. I have lived here five years and I know the sound of her television through the floor well enough to name the programme. There is no arrangement in which anything happens at my address, and I have learned to say so in the first message rather than the fifth.
Thirty one, Paris, submissive, four years. Both my dynamics were with people who could host, and both of them ended for unrelated reasons, and I am aware how much of my search is determined by a housing question rather than by anything about me.
What I want is a long arrangement with one person. Rules that live in my ordinary week: how I sleep, what I eat, how I report on a day. That part costs nothing and needs no space, which is fortunate, because space is the one thing this city has decided I may not have.
I work in an office in the west and I get home at eight. I am free most evenings and every Sunday. I do not go out much, partly money and partly preference.
I would want to write for a while first. I am much better on paper than I am in a room for the first hour, and I would rather you met the second hour version of me. Not looking for anybody who wants to solve my apartment for me. I have heard every suggestion. They all cost more than I have.