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You need a man.
I'm real, I work, I take care of myself - I'm a naturally horned-up top man pretty much 24/7, and I've got a broad dominant streak. (subs: ID yourselves by showing proper deference - the word "Sir" should be in the first sentence you speak to me.) I have to play it cool out in the square world, but I’ve got an ever-ready hard-on and a filthy, twisted mind to go with it.
We can go nice and easy, or hard and nasty. I love to roleplay, so let’s get down and give my fucked-up imagination a workout.
Truth time: I get off on having secrets –
and I have a lot of them.
For instance, people don't know that I'm one dirty thought away from getting hard and pitching a tent in public at all times (so I have to be careful and use mind-tricks, especially at work),
...or that I had a dungeon in my house when I was in my twenties working as a ProDom (and loving it) - and, yeah, I still like to do that shit,
...or that my favorite hobby is collecting straight cherry. I love the challenge of persuading straight guys to try cock, and I take risks for it. (A buddy's clueless wife recently tried to fix me up with a single girlfriend of hers – I've fucked her husband crosseyed twice now and once in a while I end up shooting a hot load on his face 'cause he won't let me cum in his mouth... yet.)
My hiding-in-plain-sight fetish is my boots – I can casually wear them around the squares who don't know that the first thing I'm going to do when I pull them off is stick my face in there for the smell of sweaty leather (and get an instant boner).
That's just for starters.
Anyway, it's not enough for me to get inside people's bodies – I like to get inside their heads and mindfuck them into oblivion. That's where you come in.
I'm hungry for your secrets, too, and you're gonna spill them for me.
There's something you're craving that you hide from the world.
Looking to experiment?
There’s no substitute for experience.
Got... (ahem) "personal history" issues?
Tough love administered here.
Need to relieve some tension?
Let a buddy help you out.
Craving discipline or humiliation?
Get on your fucking knees, faggot.
I'm all of this and a fuck of a lot more.
I’m your confessor; your doctor; your teacher; your neighbor; your boss; your mailman; your coach; the predator stalking your vulnerable ass in the dark; the guy you wanted to make a move on but didn’t have the nerve to; the first time you felt another man’s tongue in your mouth; the last time you’ll ever mouth off; a friendly voice; a vicious tormentor; an anonymous cock; Heaven and Hell… even just my normal horndog self.
If I keep going I’ll have to rub one out soon.
Bottom line: Mr. Mike's here to play, so give me a ring.
In case you couldn’t tell, I dig a lot of variety.
A note to you cashfags out there: You dirtfucks will be getting your own listing (and your own rate) as soon as I get around to it. In the meantime, eat shit.