A Writer. Male.
Although I write of sex, D/s, and passion, I am not looking to find a relationship with another. Please respect that.
Born Romantic The Dominant Jr III, I decided to go by my middle name early on in life. In reality, I am just a middle-aged white male from the States, making the best of my average penis, somehow enticing women the world over to show me their tatas, without prompting might I add, all as a testament to my cunning ability to illustrate with vernacular poetry how to put a finger inside of a butt.
This little page here is where I tell the story of Me.
The Beginning. Two score and several months ago, on a day after 25 hours of back labor (thank you, Mom), a young lad rose from the amniotic ashes with his foreskin still intact. I suppose my sarcastic nature started seeping in early, literally, as I peed directly into the doctor’s face as he took in the sheer awesomeness of this amazing young blessing about to be foisted upon the world. Who knows, maybe the pee was just an early sign to come for my inclination to less-than-normal, Babylonian-esque sexual preferences. And No, I am not into pee, just to be clear about that. Well, I mean, when I make you lose control and you wet the bed from intense persistent fingering, then yeah I am kinda into it, but I digress; I really don’t want to make my intro paragraph about urine. Then, my life “post-birth” (saying after-birth sounds creepy), it was a pretty normal childhood where a single mom raises a smart-ass kid who falls in love with weed and women in his teenage years, unskillfully thrusting my novice penis inside anything I could, which wasn’t much, now sans-foreskin of course (thank you again, Mom).
The Middle. Well, somehow I turned out not half-bad. A dude who captured a college degree built a solid career in business and is the dad to the world’s most amazing kids (even cooler than me – yeah, I know, hard to imagine). Why you are actually reading this is because I developed a little hobby of writing smut as an expression outlet, somehow developing a craft for writing erotic fan nonfiction of my own life’s sexual conquests (not really). Relentlessly stating that I am ‘unavailable’ apparently doesn’t quite turn away the “my pussy is magic and I can change your mind” demographic. I like writing smut; I like that you like it. Not much more complicated than that. I am unavailable. Just read and touch. In regards to blogging, I started posting a couple years ago and pretty much get burned out on it every so often, so uh, look for this page to get deleted at some point, then recreated, then deleted, then recreated, then…well, you get the point. Hopefully, that is not the case this time around.
The End. Well I can’t predict the future, but I imagine it goes something like this: After ruling the land known formerly as the Earth for 40 years, I ride off into the sunset on my genetically-altered flying unicorn with laser eyeballs and an air conditioning system, leaving only alive women in this new land we call RomDomTopia. All are fed a heavy dose of Godiva chocolate, Soylent Green from the former male population for the purpose to supplement nutrients for the less-than-healthy chocolate binges, and Ecstasy, of course, so as to ensure the women of the world are persistently horny and even more importantly, very forgetful. As I ride off on my noble steed named Coximus, all the women line up for one last reverse gang bang as I make my way across the sandy beaches of Forced Orgasm County in upper Middlesex Sucklevania (I changed all the place-names in my first Executive Order of President of Myselfia). Mascara-mixed tears from the new stewards of this land are used for lube.
Yep, that sounds about right.
2019. I am just a middle-aged guy who has found a hobby in writing a unique blend of erotica and enjoy the camaraderie developed in the community of people who have come to enjoy it all.
I am not looking to “get laid” or anything like that – I am just looking to have a little fun with some free time. Over the two years that I have done this, I’ve gotten to the point that I am happy with the quality of content I create now, and have put in enough hours that some of it I charge for now.
At the end of the day, I’d like to enjoy expressing the passion inside of me and help people along the way. Over time, I have realized I am decent at this and felt I’d take it to another level, start blogging more seriously and eventually write novels.
Thank You – sincerely – for supporting me.