Not pretending anymore, cards on the table — I'm a pervert
About
Based in: New York, USA. You and I live together, our souls die together. Height 179cm, weight 82kg, Capricorn
InterestsHeavy / Experienced / 7–10 yrs
Looking forIn real life
Dynamics
Who are you? Who am I?
From now on, I'll pursue the wind and freedom too.
Stray cats by the roadside come over as soon as you feed them — much more obedient than house cats.
Every time I come to New York I eat until I have to hold the wall to walk out.
Picked it up when taking out the trash — even the original residents were stunned
I'm really getting old — even my sleep quality needs medication to help now.
Lately I really like petite girls — a baby face around 145–155 is so cute. Any in New York?
Any petite girls around 150–155 in New York or nearby? Sincerely looking.
Girls these days absorb nutrition so well, 1m70 at the drop of a hat… Are there any 145–155 ones?
Maybe I'm still not seasoned enough — being too clear-headed is also a kind of pain.
Maybe only at this midnight hour can we find our true selves.
Perhaps we dare not take a step forward, always because true feelings end up given to the wrong person.
Everything and every relationship requires us to be responsible; if we're not, we'll have to pay the price.
Such heavy rain
Because during the day we're all slaves to work and life, at night we long to be our own masters.
In the end, people are still emotional animals
"What little energy and spirit I have is kept alive by this smoke"
Seems like everyone else is normal, and I'm the only pervert?
Sigh, a boring perverted uncle has no market.
Late at night I wander like a lonely ghost, searching for the tangled karma of past and present lives; pity — it's fate's causality. Where can I share a soul-melting bowl of Meng Po soup with someone?
I'm really curious — are there any proper petite girls in New York? 145–160 — why are they all 170+ foreign mares, dammit…
Come monks aren't chased away, leaving monks aren't kept — I am who I am. That's how it should be, with people and with things.
Sigh — when young I liked the pure ones, in youth I liked the mature ones, older I liked the tender young ones; later I realized I'm just plain lustful, I like pretty ones.
If I changed myself for a 🐶, wouldn't that make me worse than a 🐶?
Training a 🐶 really is an energy-draining thing.
Why don't I want to sleep? Because the daytime me doesn't belong to myself. Only now am I me.
The price of growing up is constant self-denial and tearing oneself apart.
I'm not looking down on you — you're just too low.
It's been so long since I felt my heart move, I've forgotten what it's like to be infatuated with someone.
Every time I try to act refined, I give myself away, f—
Is there a scumbag woman in New York who can make me fall madly in love with you, and experience the sweet and sour, bitter and hot of love?
What I'm fucking riding really isn't a musical instrument….
Review, empowerment, leverage points, requirements, review, closed loop… I've really heard enough of these words.
One 🐶, one way of leashing.
Being soft-hearted and soft-handed is the greatest cruelty to a 🐶.
I hate allergic rhinitis
On Friday night, even the air is sweet.
Please don't talk about morality and character with a pervert — like me, for example.
What decent person picks up tender documents at an airport terminal at 2 a.m., for god's sake? 🙃🙃 I feel like killing those people at the bidding center.
The way you wag your tail, you actually look quite human.
I've always believed economic independence is the foundation of personal independence — if you can't even manage basic survival, what independence is there to talk about?
Since the crackdown in Jiangsu-Zhejiang-New York, bookings for sessions here have clearly increased.
How do you see through fate's bonds? How do you understand love's threads?
Today I'll refuse all phone calls and let this day pass quietly, enjoying the holiday, OK? 🙂
A day of spending money to avert disaster, sigh.
Not a single real 🐶 at all.
Leave anyone and I'm still me; anyone who leaves me, I'm still me.
I feel like I should post some watches and steering wheels or something too? A sharp-tongued perverted uncle has no market 😁
Some people are destined to be passersby