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Frenchpriest

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Hello,
I have always been a Top. I've also always been a biker. My hobbies are simple ones.. I build and repair networks/computers, and I work on my motorcycle. I am part owner in a motorcycle shop and I also am a supervisor for the shipping dept at the steel company I work for. I stopped drinking alcohol 13 years ago... I don't mind if you have a drink but I'm not interested in any drunks or dope fiends.I'm more interested in a person who can drink a cup of coffee and have an intelligent conversation. I love the movies, long rides, coffee with friends and a good slave to play with.
Are you the one who will make my day?

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8/13/2008 2:08:57 PM
UPDATE to my Profile  
My name is Frenchpriest (AKA Mark) I am 44yo, 6 foot Tall, 205 lbs, Brownish-greyish hair, and Blue eyes. I am a Dominate man,Truck driver, computer geek, and a Biker all rolled into one. I don't drink alcohol but I don't care if you do. I enjoy the outdoors as long as I'm on my Harley, I enjoy movies, coffee with friends and stimulating conversation.Please read my profile and get back with me if you'd like to chat, email, or meet for a cup of coffee or a drink. That being said I am finding the D/s world here in Utah to be really slow and very small. I am dying to meet like minded people if for nothing else than to just chat and emaill back and forth.
Frenchpriest

7/16/2008 10:50:22 PM
I got tired of playing with CM tonight so I went for a ride on my Harley, I'm fiding it hard to get back into the groove of things here and I definietly don't want to get dragged into any unnecessary DRAMA which tends to happen around these types of sites, but I'm back and I'm reaching out so we'll see what happens I guess

7/16/2008 10:45:58 PM
The air is bitter, and unforgiving as Amanda moves from her automobile to the steps of her apartment building. The weight of her backpack tears at the muscles in her tiny shoulders and marks her in subservience to higher education. "Fucking bastards," she murmurs as she turns the keys, unlocking apartment 203. The warm air from the apartment is soothing. She drops the bag and stretches her arms, landing, collapsed on the couch. Her eyes begin to close, giving into exhaustion when she notices a small piece of white paper taped to her television's screen. What the hell is that? She stands and walks grudgingly to the television and pulls the paper from the glass. "Turn on the VCR," is typewritten on the paper. "This is a little strange," Amanda thinks to herself and looks to her right, psychically consulting Dr. Zeus... "Okay Dr. Z, if you think it's all right..." Her delicate fingers depress the proper buttons and she returns to the couch to see what happens next. The screen remains black for a moment and Amanda lights a cigarette taken from a black textured case. She strokes the case thinking of the man who tried to hide his unearthly love for her in its black and silver beauty. Her daze is broken by light on the screen. It is her bedroom, dimly lit by a fiery afternoon sun creasing the blinds and sending brilliant orange rays across her bed. Amanda sees herself lain across the soft black comforter bound at the wrists with a thick burgundy swatch of velvet. Her eyes are hidden behind a strip of like material lovingly pulled and tied behind her head. Amanda's eyes travel down past her raised arms to her firm white breasts standing perfect and erect against the black backdrop of the comforter. Her hips moving back and forth under black garters tightly fashioned to black, silk, thigh-high stockings that trail down her firm, muscular thighs ending in tall black high-heeled shoes. There was no doubt in any human beings mind that Amanda existed beyond her fellow female as an unearthly goddess, writhing there on her bed serpentine movements that could pull the simplest chaste man down into the depths of lust...and she was no different. Her hand slid instinctively across her knees as she watched herself on the television screen, and perused her body, taking special notice of every place her lover kneaded her porcelain flesh. Remembering his curly chestnut locks gathered chaotically atop his head and the way they swayed as he buried his tongue deep inside her cunt. With this her hand slid farther up her thigh and under the long brown dress clinging sinfully to her thighs. Even before her hands moved her tiny leopard panties to the side and began massaging her wet, seeringly hot labia. The moisture from her cunt immediately soaked her fingers, binding them in the stick sweet honey collecting on her thighs and panties. She moaned, deeply, audibly as she continued to watch the screen. The screen went black for a moment and a rush of adrenaline ran through Amanda... "What happened?" she queried desperately. Light began to form on the edges of the screen; increasingly brighter until she could make out the lines of her lover's muscular back as he walked toward the bed from the camera. Amanda raised her hand and roughly pinched her erect nipple through the tight brown dress as the masculine image on the screen moved closer to the bed. With every step she studied the flexing muscles of his ass, the cement posts this man possessed for legs, and his nonchalant powerful gait as he approached her naked body with complete power over her...even through this glass screen. Her fingers began mechanically, rhythmically working in and out of her tight cunt, lathered and drenched in her sweet nectar as she absently kneaded her breasts, squeezing them together, slipping her fingers between them simulating how his cock moved between them and into her hungry mouth. A tingling sensation rose from between her hips and cascaded all over her body in seconds... "No, she thought, not yet...I want to cum with myself." When she was able to refocus on the screen, her lover was kneeling, straddling her chest. Her bound hands were pulling and stroking his thick limp cock, mimicking the tight milking action of her cunt when he buried it to the hilt inside of her. His cock could not withstand the pleasure and stood erect, rock hard as she touched it. A smile spread across her face, she knew every inch of this man. Better than she knew her own body, better than she knew her own voice. William was her lover, William was her perfect companion, and William was her sexual ecstasy. Amanda continued pumping her two fingers feverishly in and out of her cunt as she tore at her dress, tearing it from her body as she fought the building orgasmic tidal wave. William leaned forward, grasping his thick cock in his hand and massaging her blind lips with its large head. She flicked her tongue out teasing his cock, moaning as it twitched, barely able to withstand the torturous sensation of her lips and tongue all over the head. William sunk his cock, burying it between her full lips. The length of it almost disappeared into her wet mouth and she began moving her head side to side as he sunk it I again and again. The swirling motion of her mouth was driving William into loud uninhibited cries and moans worshipping her prowess as he penetrated he mouth. Amanda rubbed her wet hands all over her thighs as she studied every tensed muscle in William's stomach on the television screen. Lost as the sunlight traced every cut of sinuous strength in her lover's body. The images on the screen were too much for Amanda to tear her eyes from the images. She slid to her knees on the couch, positioning her body sideways, cocking her head, and keeping her eyes locked on the screen. As the images moved into a position placing Amanda on top of her lover, she reached around her tight ass and pulled up her dress, moving s l o w l y up her cum drenched thigh and penetrating herself from behind, thrusting ferocious fingers deep into her womb. She backed against her hands screaming William's name as the lover's on the screen caressed each other from head to toe. William placed his hands under her small firm ass and lifted her up and over his cock. Amanda, blind felt the large head nudge the lips of her pussy and dropped ramming his cock deep and angrily into her cunt. Her tiny mouth opened letting out a squeal as her cunt tightened, rippling in orgasmic waves, impaled on granite cock. Her motions slipped into a fluid circular grinding motion, rubbing her cunt and wet pussy all over William's pubic bone, defying the length of his cock and sinking it in again and again to the hilt into her tiny cunt. Amanda's screams became a shrill engulfing chaos as she bucked against her fingers trying desperately to sink them as deep as her lover's cock would go, whining slightly that she was not sucking it now, fucking it, and using it as he so loved to thoroughly destroy every man's chance of ever pleasing her again. She began to come, the room started becoming darker, tiny bright stars formed around her field of vision as her hips ignited like an inferno and cum streamed down her naked thighs. "Williammmmmmm" Her orgasm ripped through her every nerve, her legs came, her breasts came, and she felt its wave move through her spine, her neck, and her face, completing their journey in her quivering lips. Amanda collapsed unabashedly onto her stomach, eyes barely open, watching the screen as William had moved behind her and was driving his cock deep into her. She watched her breasts bouncing, answering his violent thrusts, his thick cock slamming, disappearing into her tiny cunt she knew was being filled with the ferocity that only he could unleash on her and her cunt began to drip again, revitalized by her lust and her desperation at being kept from her obsession. Beads of sweat ran across her nose as she wondered when she would feel his rigid cock again. "Amanda. That was the most beautiful sexy, fucking incredible thing I have ever witnessed." She felt his cock against the thin material of her dress, pressing itself expertly between the lips of her still drenched cunt. His words fell softly and warm in her ear and she turned to see his chest flexing as he hovered over her... "My darling...the time is now...you belong to me, and I am here in your service...for your pleasure...for you love." They left the tape playing...neither noticed...neither cared.

11/18/2005 10:33:41 AM

Today is my first real day on this site...

I gave up on most of them, Too Much Drama and Bullshit.
I'm looking for friends that really live this world, that want to talk about the good and the bad, that understand the true feelings involved here.

I am so tired of watching fake Doms push around uneducated Subbies who don't know any better and to top it all off the "Foms" honestly think that they control the situation... It's not about beating a human into submission, it's about submitting to the emotions and feelings and a Doms job is to be a guide, to help explore those feelings, and to be a protector once you get there (I know these are just simple definitions but just by defining them I allow others to see where I stand) I WANT REALITY
Frenchpriest


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 Age: 22
  Washington D.C.