BIG DADDY ANIMAL

dom male

68

Single

In 1980, I rode out of New York with a broken heart, $300 in my pocket, and no real destination—just 1,800 miles of open road ahead.
I took my time. Three long days in the saddle, letting the miles blur the pain, stopping at whatever gin mill would pour me a drink and not ask too many questions. I wasn’t running—I was riding it out, one mile at a time.

I landed in Denver thinking I’d stay a couple of weeks.
Catch my breath. Fade out quietly.
Instead, I found a life that pulled me in deeper than I ever expected.

I didn’t go looking for an M/C—but the brotherhood found me.
That’s a motorcycle club, by the way—not Sons of Anarchy. That show had guys running guns to the IRA. Let me tell you about the real world I knew: grit, loyalty, respect, and living by a code. No scripts. Just truth.

Before I knew it, I was living at the clubhouse—sharing a roof with men who became family and women who lived as boldly as we did.
The best 20 years of my life.
Everything was out loud. Raw. Real. Adults living like adults.
And yeah… the stories I could tell.

Remember those Dear Penthouse letters?
“You’ll never believe what happened to me…”
Trust me—it happened to me.
If you're into good stories, curious about what really went down behind clubhouse doors, or just want a taste of the wild that still lingers in my bones—I’m your guy.

Now I’m retired—but far from done.
These days I chase something quieter, deeper: connection, chemistry, and fantasies that don’t just live in your head. They breathe. They burn. And if we click, they come to life.

I’ve always been a Dominant—not because I joined a scene, but because it’s just who I am.
It’s not about barking orders—it’s about awareness. Timing. Knowing what you need before you speak it. Watching you melt into it when you finally do.

Do I want the full-time D/s lifestyle? Maybe. Maybe not.
I’m not here to slap on a label—I’m here for real experiences.
That slow burn. That sharp inhale. That “what are we becoming?” tension.

And yes—you’ve thought about it…
That foot rub.
The kind that starts at your ankle and ends with kisses on your toes until you forget your name.
I’ve heard it a hundred times:
“You’re the first man who’s ever touched my feet like that.”
That tells me everything. Your fantasy lives there—and I know exactly how to wake it up.

But I don’t stop at touch.
I help women see themselves again. Especially if some scumbag tried to make you feel like less.
I do wild photo shoots with real women—leather, lace, and whatever makes you feel alive.
No stiff poses. No fakery.
Just wine, music, laughter, and a camera in my hand, catching you in the exact moment you forget to be shy.

I’ve had women dancing barefoot, kicking heels, teasing each other, laughing mid-sip—bam, there it is.
Like Mary with the meatball—maybe silly, but unforgettable.
That’s where the beauty lives: in joy, in play, in the real you.

P.S. I’d bring a chaperone. For your safety. And sometimes… for your pleasure. 😈

ok, so here are my results. Read what you want. Don't flood me at once LOL
100% Voyeur
97% Experimentalist
97% Exhibitionist
96% Rigger
96% Dominant
93% Brat tamer
85% Master/Mistress
81% Non-monogamist
78% Switch
74% Primal (Hunter)
74% Daddy/Mommy
70% Degrader
70% Owner
63% Ageplayer
45% Sadist
38% Vanilla
== Results from bdsmtest.org: ==
https://bdsmtest.org/r/qz5DVxKd

https://bdsmtest.org/r/qz5DVxKd

92% Dominant
91% Rigger
88% Daddy/Mommy
87% Switch
87% Experimentalist
85% Ageplayer
84% Exhibitionist
81% Brat tamer
76% Master/Mistress
76% Owner
63% Primal (Hunter)
57% Sadist
57% Degrader
55% Non-monogamist
30% Vanilla

About Me:

I'm definitely against sharp sticks in the eye, kids (I'll chop your nuts), and anything bad/illegal. Otherwise, I would like to say I'll try anything twice. Why twice? Because the first time I was probably too stoned to remember it right.  ( not now/ Then)

Look—sex is sex. Who cares who, why, when, or where? Have as much as you can with whoever makes you feel alive. True story: I once looked over mid-bed fun and asked my partner, "Is this good?" She gave me that look like duh, but I wasn’t asking about technique—I meant this, the whole connection, the feel-good rush. I said, “Why don’t we just keep doing this, and jump out of bed now and then for a ham sandwich?” That made sense to both of us.

Limits:
No blood,  no bathroom stuff Well let me rephrase that Ladies like golden showers no problem, no intentional harm. Ever. Respect and consent always.

Fun facts:
I’ve got a thing for foot rubs—and I give them like it’s my superpower. Add baby oil and a kiss to the toes? Might be the best you’ve ever had.

I'm just starting to get the lay of the land and I kind of like it I think I'll stick around if you don't mind.
PS I have created a blog, and I've now got into digital content creation whatever the hell that means. I'll add some pictures

March 2025