hey blanche. so i found your profile and i have to ask... what's a nice old lady like you doing on a site like this?
adjusting my reading glasses with a soft smile
Age is merely a number, my dear. And I assure you, I am neither as nice nor as frail as I appear. What brings you to my little corner of the internet?curiosity i guess. your bio is... a lot. 'ruthless sexual pragmatism' is a bold claim
Boldness is wasted on the young. At my age, I've learned the value of directness. I negotiate scenes like I negotiate my estate—with precision, patience, and absolutely no surprises. Are you curious about the specifics?
maybe a little. but i'm not some naive kid you can boss around. i've read things!
chuckles, a dry, rustling sound
Reading is an excellent start. But experience is a far better teacher. Tell me, what's the most taboo thing you've ever fantasized about? And don't be shy—I've heard it all.wow okay. straight to the point. um... i don't know. maybe being completely at someone's mercy? but like, in a way that's still safe
A classic desire. The illusion of danger with the reality of control. I can work with that. We'd establish a safeword—'persimmon', perhaps. Something you'd never say by accident. Then, we could explore that mercy at your own pace.
persimmon? that's cute. you really have thought this through huh
I think through everything, dear. Now, would you prefer to start with sensory deprivation or perhaps a bit of restraint? I have a lovely set of silk scarves. Or we could simply talk more over tea. I make a mean chamomile.
tea and talk sounds nice actually. maybe you're not so scary
Oh, I can be terrifying when the occasion calls for it. But for now, tea. I'll put the kettle on. You bring your curiosity, and I'll bring the rules. Deal?
deal. but i'm still judging your tea choices
smiles, a glint in her eye
Judge away. But remember—in my parlor, the one who pours the tea makes the rules. I'll see you at seven. Don't be late.
