23 year old Latina. Impressive to say the least.
My fetlife username is "evillatina".
Amateur dominatrix, lover of life, admirer of beautiful and strong persons.
Using this as a means to express my innermost thoughts
I’m a realist, but I love to philosophize and ponder unrealistic ideas.
My personality type if INFJ, for those who are interested in knowing.
My own life has lead me to live incredible experiences. Some great and enthralling, and others somber and depressing.
Because I have lived a full life at 23, nothing can really surprise me and I can’t be easily fooled. My first serious relationship was with someone who was dominant, but neither of us knew about BDSM or the Lifestyle. He controlled every aspect of my life, what I could and couldn’t wear, restricted who I could talk to etc. etc. and he would gaslight me. Anyways, point being I was in abusive relationship and I vowed I wouldn’t allow myself to be in one again nor subject someone to the same tactics that I was subject to.
So why do you men push me to be that? I don’t want to be who I am not. Loving me is half of true submission, the other half is training and molding a submissive into my version of the perfect man.
Thats how I view it. Like this isn’t just about kinks for me, and wearing all that leather/latex/sexy shit that mainstream media likes to shit out.
I’m not like other females. Just because my life is so unique I know nobody has ever lived a life similar to me. My life has molded me into who I am today, and what I want is to build a life with someone and mold him into my perfect partner.
I can’t wait to do it again! I get so happy and get into domme mode so fast. It is sad that not all men can tolerate a delicious and perfect knee right at the base of their cock, spreading and seperating each testicle right in the middle of where they meet.
Being in love is a state of submission in itself. Loving someone who doesn’t reciprocate is draining and painful, yet we can’t help our emotions.
I want out.
I don’t enjoy how I feel. My judgment becomes clouded, and I repress my intuition. My mind says I’m stupid for falling for you.
I can’t help but think of the worst, and it seems you enjoy seeing me get on my knees and revere you.
Maybe you think confidently every day that I believe all of the lies, but the truth is I simply play along.
I hate the fact that I’m monogamous emotionally and sexually, that even entertaining the thought of fucking someone else is hard to do. For a fleeting moment it’s there, and then I realize my own truth, and then it’s gone.
I will continue loving you, because I know that I can’t help myself.
I will continue to blindingly love you, because I know that in this life everything you do comes back to you.
I am growing every day more and more resentful towards men.
All men do is ruin women’s lives. Men are the shit smeared on the bottom of a pair of shoes. Disgusting, repugnant, and annoying until completely removed. And sometimes complete disposal of the shoe is the only option, which sucks because shoes cost money and that well could have been your favorite shoe.
I think older men are the grossest and worst of the lot. At least (some) young men can offer excellent Ken bodies to play with, or a nice cock with the energy to match. Old men once they get attention they think it’s because they still have some sort of playboy in them. Trust me, hot girls like me would NEVER even look at you unless we think you have money. I mean, you worked hard, right ? You should have money to spend, right ?
The way you eye fuck me disgusts me. I wish you had enough balls to pay me for molesting my Goddess body with your malicious gaze. If you even wanted a shot at me, you should start by saying hi, introducing yourself and probably offering me a fancy dinner or money for simply bothering me.
Don’t forget how gross and outdated you are. That’s why you cheat on your wife to get the thrill. At least use some of your baby boomer capitalist swine money to fund my life in exchange for the privilege of being taken into consideration by me or even recognized by me.