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IC : Profiles : Toza_Scarlet
| Profile: | Toza_Scarlet |
| Created on: | 5 Mar 2007 |
| Last visit: | 2 hours ago |
| Country: | UK |
| Location: | E Lancs/W Yorks/Manch |
| Sex/gender: | Female |
| Age: | 46 |
| Hair colour: | mop |
| Eye colour: | blue |
| Height: | 5ft 6in |
| Ad title: | Read Profile Before Contacting .... |
| Sex/gender wanted: | Male | | Ad updated: | 3 days ago |
Unsolicited (that means uninvited) chat messages, from people I don't know, will be ignored. This means if you still send an univited chat message, it ... ah what's the bloody point? The dimwits amongst you still send 'em. So I've disabled my chat thingy instead. NER NER ....
Answers to Frequently Asked Questions:
1.I'm not looking for any more subs.
2. Yes, I do have a webcam. However, I lack the enthusiasm for watching you shove a cucumber up your arse show. It's not clever and it's not funny. Ok, it is quite clever and probably hilarious but I'm not interested.
3. Mr. Nigeria, thank so much for your kind offer but I fear it may be a physical impossibility.
4. No I do not want to be yours (or anybody's) slave. Stupid idea. You'd end up waiting on me hand and foot.
5. Yes I do love presents of posh chocolate, silk stockings and gorgeous corsets.
Doms/switches:
There are a couple of paragraphs for you to read, near the bottom of the page, last few paragraphs, off you go ...
Vanilla interests:
Can sometimes be dragged out for a walk, sulking and scuffing my feet. As long as there are no hills to climb and a cake shop at the end of the trail I'm happy. I love riding my bike along the canals ('cos they're flat), cooking and eating, reading (big Bryson fan),travel and film, especially British and Italian cinema.
I do a lot of creative writing. Short stories, mostly and am currently working on a longer novella type piece. I've had a varied and colourful life which provides rich material for writing. (So don't piss me off or you'll end up in a short story looking ridiculous).
I go to life drawing classes too. Just moving out of phase one (Totally Crap) into phase two (Only a Bit Crap). At least you can see it's a drawing of a human being now. It wasn't easy to tell before. Could have been anything.
Scene:
I run the Manchester Midweek Munch which is full of great people - a mix of regulars and newcomers. I've met some wonderful people on the scene and am always happy to make more friends, especially in the East Lancs area. Favourite club is Lash. I love it, even though there is nothing to eat there. I also enjoy Afterlife in Preston, for its relaxed, unpretentious atmosphere and friendly people.
Pervy Stuff:
As for BDSM interests, well it's all jolly good fun isn't it? I'm very fond of my thin, swishy cane. The precision of aiming for exactly the right spot, where it will have maximum impact, is a challenge, rewarded by being able to see how intense the sensation (ok, the pain!) is.
In particular, I love interrogation scenes. Love 'em, love 'em. The combination of playfulness and power, finding the achilles heel, the pivot point that makes 'em crack is just great. I'm rather fond of taking prisoners too. Tied up gagged and blindfolded, ready to be humiliated.
I enjoy sensual play; restraint, teasing, using blindfolds, ice, fingernails and other sharp pointy things. I get a lot out of knife play. When a blind-folded submssive puts his trust in me as I hold a knife to his flesh, the feeling of power is quite intoxicating. This act of trust is deeply appreciated and respected.
I'm not a total sadist though (although some would take issue with this claim). BDSM does not have to hurt. For me, it's crucial to remember that it is play, we are both there to feel good, to explore and I never lose my sense of humour.
I love role play, too. With the right person, it's be a huge giggle but more so, I have found it can lead to wonderful journeys of the mind. It can take both players to new and exciting places. It's ace.
Doms/Switches, read here:
I do switch sometimes but tend to top from the bottom, being a bit of a bossy madam. Very particular about who I'll bottom to, have to know and trust them very well. As a result, it hardly ever happens. I would not be of interest to most Doms as the idea of being trained, mentally controlled or punished is most unappealing. I've never shown much enthusiasm for obedience or following orders and see no reason to start now. Not a big fan of CP, either (I can only dish it out, you see). However .....
Naughty(ish)
....My submissive side manifests itself as a desire for kinky, rough sex with lots of delicious hair pulling, biting and general bad behaviour (mine), with a brawny, hairy man who's a nice guy really, just pretending to be bad. This is an instinctive thing. Very occasionally, some guy will bring this out in me. It's something to do with being naturally dominant, in an earthy sort of way, not the sort of thing you can fake or step into role. It either happens or it doesn't.
In the absence of a guy in leather trousers and boots, mental ramblings along a landscape involving caves, fires, piles of animal skins and blokes in leather is a favourite way to pass a long journey. Had to stop this though after enthusiastically sinking my teeth into a panic-stricken guard on the Euston-Manchester train. Luckily I came to my senses and we both saw the funny side. My, how we both laughed.
Relationships
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, relationships. I'm not aversed to the idea of a long term relationship but not going out of my way to look either. Kinda had in mind someone Dommish who will happily switch without making a fuss. Funny and intelligent without being up your own arse. Imaginative, adventurous, honest, trustworthy. I will give a lot in a relationship to make it work and look for that same kind of energy in potential partners.
I'm honest and trustworthy in relationships, believing that if someone shows love towards me then they deserve the very best treatment in return. I don't hide my feelings very often and make every effort to communicate directly and without blame if something needs sorting out. Not always easy and sometimes we all get it wrong but it's important to try.
One of the traits I dislike the most is stubborness. It's unloving. It's immature. It's a destructive waste of energy. It hurts other people, it saps their energy, it means a relationship can never move forward because there is no permission for change. A really stubborn person can only ever be in a relationship with someone who's totally submissive (in the non-BDSM sense)and who will consistently put their own needs second. The healthy flow and dance between two people is completely killed off by one stubborn person in a relationship. Stubborness sucks.
On being nice to each other
The size of your bank account, the poshness of your house or the shininess of your car will not impress me if you do not possess the core values of honesty, loyalty, compassion and the ability to share love. We humans are, after all, primates and are designed to live in groups. It doesn't work if we nick each other's bananas and push each other out of trees. I appreciate anyone who will share their favourite branch with me and I will happily invite any fellow creatures to leap onto my branch in their hour of need or just so we can admire the view together.
I strive for honesty and integrity in my dealings with people because it's central to my self-esteem (in other words, telling lies makes me feel crap about myself so I won't do it). It hurts people too so there's another reason to not do it.
I'm human though and just as capable of fucking up as the next person. I can be hot-headed, grumpy, bossy ... far from perfect, which brings to mind the old adage about keeping your own house in order before you judge other people.
On being nice to each other in relationships Now this may seem like a silly and obvious thing to point out but if you were to start a relationship with me, you would need to be unmarried and unattached.
If you are not sure of your status or can't quite 'remember' (ahem), I'll lay out a few definitions. Here we go:
You may once have stood in a church (big building, pointy roof, man in black and white dress at the front, people in hats). Perhaps you went to a registry office (civic building, no pointy roof, soft lighting, some people in hats but others wore jeans and sat at the back looking sullen. They are called teenagers).
Either way, you went with a woman you knew quite well and promised you would be together and be nice to each other and not shag anyone else. Then you signed a book and went away and had a party. Somebody made speeches and then everybody danced, there was much drinking and then there was probably a fight.
These are called weddings. If you did this at any time and the woman you did the wedding thing with is still in the same dwelling as you and calling you 'darling' then you are what's known as married and I am not interested in you.
If you did not go to the big building with the pointy roof or the civic building with the sullen teenagers at the back then you are not married. However you might have what's known as a 'partner'.
Now then, a partner covers a variety of circumstances: If you live under the same roof as a woman you are romantically inclined with, you have a partner. NB: 'Living under the same roof' doesn't have to mean a house or flat - it could be a caravan, a teepee, a disused tin mine, a tree house. Same thing, see? I'm not interested.
If you have a woman you see regularly in a romantic kind of way (snogging, shagging, Chinese takeaways,thwapping hell out of each other) you have a 'girlfriend'. This is the same thing as a partner.
If you live in the same house/flat/disused tin mine but you either fight a lot or don't speak much, you still have a partner. No really, you do. If in doubt, ask her.
I won't lie to you so please don't do it to me. Ta.
Right, I'll get down off the soap box now and move onto the more earthly section of my long list of requirements:
Cyril and other sticky bits
You would not run screaming out of the room at the sight or mention of menstrual blood nor burst into tears at the sight of condoms. Neither would you give your penis a name. What's that all about, eh? There are few things worse than a man waving his todger hopefully around in the air, saying, "Cyril wants to play". Apologies to anyone called Cyril who may be reading this, it's just an example. I have met penises called Andrew, Moira and Dennis, to name but a few, I'm not deliberately picking on Cyrils.
Additionally, you most definitely would not refer to it (your penis, that is) as 'he'. A nauseating habit and a huge turn off, punishable by instant castration, no excuses. Enthusiastic snoring is also an absolute no-no but you would not be castrated, just kicked out to spend the night in the kitchen. Occasional loud farts (mine especially) are permissible due to their entertainment value and I will compete ruthlessly on this score.
I like warmth and affection and believe many hugs every day are essential. My humour can be somewhat off the wall at times, which some people don't get but that doesn't matter, I'm quite happy rocking back and forth, cackling at my own jokes while a room full of people gaze silently at the floor.
So if you think we might get on and you have a decent, well-rounded profile with a good network, then drop me a memo. No one-liners, please. And just to show you've read this far, please integrate the following sentence into the text of your memo:
'whichever kangaroo painted the satsumas purple doesn't get a ride in the Rolls Royce, said ...'
HA! G'wan! Let's see what you come up with.
Thanks for reading my profile and thank you those who've written to say you enjoyed it, especially the gentleman in Yorkshire who says he now realises he is married.
That just about wraps it up for now. Time to go to bed and dream about nameless Cyrils. Thanks for reading my profile and warmest wishes to you.
Toza XX
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