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Nomada Picante

Weird stories from a freaky nomad
1 year ago. April 13, 2021 at 11:22 PM

Fuck this dating game, no one respects each other anymore. 

I'm giving up. Unless you come at me with straight up love letters and spontaneous expression, I don't want it.

1 year ago. March 29, 2021 at 10:37 PM

Feel free to disagree with me - this is my own experience and opinion 

There are 2 types of submissive women you'll meet on any fetish site, those who will swoon and those who seem cold. The ones who swoon, who are enamored by your eloquent dominance in the first few messages, they are caught in the dream you've so aptly created for them. It's exactly what they want. Mystery and lack of control is quite intoxicating, but eventually the smoke clears and all that's left are the mirrors. It may be after only a few hours, or it may be after weeks of talking. You might even meet in person. Inevitably, no matter what kind of person you are behind it all, she wakes up as if from a dream. She feels silly and self conscious, even though she's the one who put herself in such a position. Even if you've set up the perfect fantasy, it can all come crashing down.

Then the ones who are seem cold or distant, despite your warmest attention. The ones who don't respond past your first few messages, or draw out the "get to know you" phase. Here's the thing about being a woman, it's terrifying. Every man you meet is potentially a threat to your safety, it's ingrained in the minds of every woman you've ever met. Online, it's that much worse no matter how long you spend getting to know each other, there's always the underlying fear. Now add submission into the mix. The expectation of submission when she's already so disadvantaged is almost absurd. There lies the never ending dilemma, craving the sweet and beautiful release of submission while understanding the horrifying risks. Sometimes it just isn't worth it.

It may seem as though she's leading you on or being dishonest. It's often difficult to see past the disappointment of someone you're interested in turning you down. It feels like a betrayal because the bond you make feels like a promise, especially since bdsm relationships often involve promises. Here is the thing you must remember, it's quite likely that you are not her priority. There are exceptions, some really do want to dedicate their entire lives to the service of someone else (and there's nothing wrong with that, the very thought of it is intoxicating), but chances are she has some kind of goals and dreams of her own that mean you cannot have all of her attention. Try not to fault her too much for changing her mind, she may have every intention of staying under your spell until the moment she wakes. 

1 year ago. March 29, 2021 at 7:35 PM

I've always been a bit of a freak with a high sex drive, but the stress of transitioning into a new nomadic lifestyle has made me feel much more subdued. I love denial as a fetish, and purposefully denying myself an orgasm is one of my favorite games. This time, instead of conscious torment and denial, I hadn't cum for weeks without even realizing it. Until things started calming down a bit in life, and stirring up my usual desires. The problem is timing, the main one being I'm helping my brother move. Before you mind goes that way, this isn't one of those stories - it just means I have to wait until he goes to work to have any free time. Living with your sibling is tough, living in a school bus with someone who drives you up the walls is a bit maddening to say the least.

The nomadic lifestyle is a wet dream for anyone who enjoys the fear and humiliation of public play. It's never my intention to be caught or seen, the thought of it terrifies me, thought I'm not always as careful as I should be in my desperate daze of hormones. One morning I woke up in such a mood and decided the bathroom of the rest stop would be a safer bet than in the bus where my brother still slept. In a long row of stalls, all empty, I chose one of the furthest from the door in the hopes it would make me feel a bit safer and better hidden. Until, of course, someone came in and chose the stall directly next to me. 

Have you ever seen your cat sitting in the window and think "oh god, what side of the window is the cat on?" It's a horrifying feeling under normal circumstances, but when you're on the edge of an orgasm in the middle of a parking lot it turns into a mini heart attack. I haven't jumped up that fast since I was in high school still hiding from my parents. 

I have a few days to get myself into trouble coming up, hopefully I'll have some updates.

I'm always up for any suggestions, ideas, or just a chat