Sentences are how I choose. Not what somebody says they want, which is usually borrowed from something they read at the beginning, but whether the words are arranged in a way that only that person would arrange them. It is a useless talent on a platform whose basic unit is a photograph and the only one that counts on a platform whose basic unit is an advert, so I stopped fighting the medium and moved to where the writing is.
Thirty nine, east London, dominant, twelve years in, one dynamic that ran six years and ended when she wanted children and I did not.
What I offer is consistency rather than intensity. A fixed rhythm, standing expectations that apply on ordinary days, correction spoken at the time rather than saved up, and an explicit review every few months at which either of us can end it without a performance. I am extremely dull about agreeing things in advance and I am not going to apologise for that.
What I ask is that you write to me about something specific in this advert, because it tells me instantly whether you read or skimmed.
Not looking for anything obviously written once and sent everywhere. Not looking for somebody who wants to be told what they are. And not looking for a submissive who needs me present every day, because my job is demanding and I would rather say so now than disappoint you in April.