FabGuys.com: Cybal (28) , TV/TS in Hastings , South East, UK

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First, know that i HAVE a boyfriend. He's an assertive, confident Alpha Dom Top, he's fiercely protective of yours truly, and nicely possessive, stronger than two average guys combined, randier than three, built like a prize bull and fucks like a demigods war stallion who never needs food or rest.

He's hilariously impulsive, has a blasé' attitude and fears literally nothing. He's also dead. He's been that way for a while and it's definitely killed the fun in our relationship, but it doesn't change a thing really. 'Dead' does not mean 'dead to me'. He's still the centre of my universe and still my alpha male. That means i run his tv programs, cook the food he likes, keep his shoes polished and fresh trousers pressed. It also means he has a say and a veto over who gets their beastly hands on me, i am and will always be his girl. So you have two of us to contend with. I might fancy you like hell but you still won't get anywhere if you wouldn't get on with him.

I don't expect everyone to understand where i'm coming from, i don't think it's possible if you haven't had this kind of bereavement. I know I couldn't understand this only a year ago and i assume i must sound really weird to most ppl. That said, if you're harbouring ambitions to undress me and get whatever way with me you fancy then you will have to accept it. Just let me be strange without criticising and try not to look bored if i start yammering on about him (psst, if that happens it probably means i like you, i can't ask his permission anymore so i have to be extra careful with his privacy).

Losing Hugo changed me in ways i never conceived of before. This time last year and for a long time before that i've been made to feel like a cherished princess. A closer analogy might be a medieval princess that's been captured as a war prize then kept as a servant by some lecherous lord, but that's still a legit princess and it's planted a concept of "standards" in my head. So i'm not so eager to open my legs for a nibble of cheese anymore. Doesn't mean my sexuality's changed, i still want to be tied up, roughed up, kept up all night, whipped/caned/beaten into submission and i'm pretty sure i'd enjoy drinking fresh pee from the source but so far that remains an unfulfilled fantasy.

I'm not finished but taking a break because i'm wasted xx

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