TampaCajun23

Oh yeah. No one reads a fucking profile either. I would never have to work again if you paid me $100 ever time some bottom messaged me wanting to get fucked. I mean, it’s right spelled out

It’s the flakinesses that has become so infuriating. I honestly think they get you talking abut what you like to do or will do and they are over getting themselves off, cum, and BOOM…Ghosting. Don’t get me started on the “KIDS”. Go on any Reddir sub containing Gay porn topics and you will see.. Just today I had one that messaged me asking where he could find a TS and if I would let him rent onw of the ones I work with. Then he tried to sell weed & coke. Then I had one asking if I would shit in his mouth while he wore his siter’s lingerie. And then the last one chimed in q thread claim to be a porn star. He showed his “Cum Slut” video where he cummed in a glass with piss in it then he drank it. As I write this i hear myself sounding like a cross between Al Bundy & Red Foreman. I need so e brown water!!! That’s bourbon btw

It did not. Due to me getting carried away with himself mon, tue, to the early part of wed morning I was unable to function.

Pretty excited. Getting fisted for my first time tomorrow night. A little nervous

I actually saw gay porn a good hot minute before I knew who I was. Working down in the French Quarter at the end of the night the girls would either want to go dance (OZ) or go somewhere to chill away from the straight guys trying to fuck them (Good Friends). It was there that I saw gay porn. It was a glNCE AND NOTHING FELT

You won’t believe me but I will tell you the story anyway. My first real gay relationship was with a Leather Daddy. He is the one that showed me my true calling and trained/taught me how to be a perfect bttm. He taught me that the only thing that mattered for men’s pleasure were my two holes and that thing between my legs was useless. He caged me for the 4 years we were together. to this day I do not get hard and the only way I can cum is when a man gives me a hands free orgasm. Even then it is just a little bit. For the most part I just have anal orgasms the make my whole body tremble & shakem and a feeling I just can’t explain but just describe it as pure bliss. It’s been about 3 years since my last hands free

I don’t play well with other bttms

Your first name Blayze Your cell number 813.530.9740 A location Tampa, FL 33616 Times you're generally not available: Varies Age:57 Height:5’8" Weight:175 Ethnicity:White

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Feeling straight up primal. It’s like an itch that I can not scratch. I need to be smothered in lust and filled with your babies, covered with your scent, hot cum, and then repeat. Fuck me like you love me so much you have to tie me up and keep me all to yourself and proceed to rape me holes over and over again. My body is what you neeeded so I let you feed off it.. you use my body, I am your toy, and you like to play rough. is it wrong that I’ve never felt so understood and overwhelmed with pleasure as I have with your perfect cock stuffed inside of me as tears roll off my face, you’re trying to break my body but you know I love the pain and you always kiss my broken pieces back together …you feed a certain piece of me that I didn’t know could be fed….Continue to rape me… I have got to carry your seed. You took me and told me to submit without saying a word, your touch makes me melt and beg for more, my body tell s me that I can relax now. Something is so warm about your hand around my throat. A weight is offf my shoulders, under your submission is what became my home. I am your property now and I love to please my owner.

I love it when they say that!! It gets me spinning deeper into depravity when I hear those words

It is. Sets the tone for the day. Only downside is that it really ramps up the libido and I spend most of the afternoon hunting for more cock like a Doe in Heat

than cum inside of you. I love to feel cum all day long. This morning I woke up in a stranger’s bed this morning and my body was still tingling from the fucking i recieved from him last night, craving a depraved morning fuck to kick off the day before I headed home. The guy from last night’s hookup woke up to me stroking his cock, and I was still a bit wet from last night’s session. He didn’t speak, he just grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and slamed into my hole making me moan, almost scream in pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one pounding deeper, while my hole clenched around him, making me beg for his cum. My ass jiggles with every slam,is hands bruising my thighs, and I’m moaning like a slut, loving the filthy thrill of being used first thing in the morning. He growls, “You’re my cumdump fuckhole” and I’m lost, my fucking mind at that point spinning with the depravity, craving his load to flood me. He pulled me up by my throat, arching my back, and fucked me harder. His cock was hitting so deep it hurt, but it was the kind of pain that makes my hole quiver & throb causing an intense prostate orgasm he flips me over, He unloaded inside me and filled my hole. As I lay there trembling with his cum dripped out of me. I couldn’t help but feel like a satisfied used whore.

Well then, we will have to figure something out.

You really wanna hear it? Like all of it? Fine. But don’t fucking look at me like I’m crazy when I’m done. Don’t give me that pity face, or worse, that fake shock like you’re not just as rotten inside. Here’s the truth... I don’t believe in anything. Not God. There's no “meaning.” Forget that bullshit about everyone being special. People are just meat. Soft, needy, pathetic little animals pretending they’re better than the hunger in their gut. And me? I’m not pretending anymore. I’ve stripped all the layers off, burned every excuse down to nothing, and what’s left is this: I’m here to be used. That’s it. I’m not meant to be someone’s love story. I was never here to be protected. My purpose is to be owned, wrecked, filled, and left dripping with whatever someone felt like dumping into me. And honestly? That feels more honest than any fairytale crap. I mean, think about it. What else is there? Everyone wants to take. To control something, fuck something, ruin something. They lie about it, they dress it up with romance or morality, but deep down? They’re all just waiting for something soft enough to destroy without consequence. That’s why I’m perfect. Because I want to be that soft thing. I want to be the one they don’t hold back on. Who can take it all. You know what actually gets me off? The idea that I’m not even a person to them. That I’m just a hole. A toy. Something they can spit on, piss in, dump their filth into, and not feel bad about because I asked for it. I fantasize about being a permanent fixture... kept somewhere dark and stinking, chained up, plugged and leaking, waiting for whoever feels like using me next. Yeah. That’s my happy place. And it’s not just sex. It’s the philosophy of it. It’s knowing I’m stripping myself of all that fake dignity people cling to. Like, what’s the point of dignity? You die. You rot anyway. So why not rot right now? Why not give up the fight and just become what you really are? Just a body. A fuckable, ruinable body. I want it to go so far I stop being me. I don’t even want a name. Just call me “it,” or “the hole.” Don’t ask how I feel. Stop treating me like I matter. Just use me like the thing you put your hunger into and then wipe yourself off with when you’re done. That’s all I’ve ever been good for anyway. Sometimes I imagine it as a religion. Like I’m the altar, and the worship is just… desecrating me. Filling every hole. Covering me in spit and piss and cum until I don’t even look human anymore. That would be the purest kind of faith, wouldn’t it? No lies, no masks. Just raw hunger meeting raw surrender. I’d let them do anything. Things you’d probably throw up even thinking about. Things I can’t even say out loud without feeling my hole clench. Choke on whatever they shoved in my mouth. Because the truth is… I don’t want to belong to myself. I don’t want to be clean. Don’t want to be “safe” or “loved.” I want to be ruined. And I mean ruined. Like, permanently. Stretched, broken, too used up for anything but more use. I want to be the one they all talk about afterward, laughing about how far they could take it. The one no one remembers as a person - just as “that thing we used.” You get it? It’s not just a kink. It’s a way of seeing the world. There’s no heaven. No higher purpose. No soul floating around inside us. There’s only skin, holes, sweat, filth, and the urge to take. So why not embrace it? Why not be honest and say, Yeah, I’m the one you take from. The one you dump into... ruin. And I want you to keep going until there’s literally nothing left. That’s all I want. To be the final, filthy proof that meaning doesn’t exist. That we’re all just meat. And that some meat is better when it’s willing. So yeah. That’s my fucked up little philosophy. Don’t try to save me. Or tell me I “deserve better.” This is better. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. Now look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t take it too.

Use me more than once a day. Please, I fucking need it. Throw me around when you’re stressed or just for fun. Jerk off inside me Degrade me and praise me Tease me. [banned word] on me. Play fucked up games with me. Order me around. Turn my brain off and let me fulfill all your wicked fantasies Actually scare me a little. Take it from me. Chase me (bonus points for dragging me through the woods). CNC my ass Say the nasty, fucked up things you think. Degrade me, humiliate me Please let me suck on your balls. Make me beg for more while you’re in my mouth Use all my little holes. DP me with toys and objects you have lying around Show me off when your friends are over. Use me to make porn you’ll rewatch Flog me! Light punching, slapping, and kicking please. Spank me, Spit in my mouth, Choke me. Fuck me uppp, Daddy Fist me as hard as you can and watch how tight I still am for you afterwards Occasional substance play (please get me all fucked upp and sillyy) Blindfolds. Ballgags. Rope. Wax. Spread my ass while you fuck my man pussy. Sit almost on top of me in doggy Bend me over your lap. Put me on my knees. Free use me Fuck me outside, in the grass and the wild Drag me around in a leash and collar and tell me you own me. Make me crawl. Push my limits. Possess me

t’s not about hating myself. It’s not because I have “daddy issues.” And it’s definitely not because I’m broken. I crave being degraded because in that moment—when I’m on my knees, mouth full, body aching—I feel more than I do anywhere else.More wanted. More filthy. More honest.There’s no pretending when I’m being used like a cocksleeve, called a whore, spat on, pinned down, and told I’m nothing but a hole. That’s not shame. That’s freedom. Freedom to be fucked without limits. Freedom to stop performing “pretty.” Freedom to be the dirty, needy little thing I actually am inside. When he laughs at how I am just a little “pussy", I get from the word slut, my hole clenches. When he spits on me and calls it “affection” I melt. When I’m told I’m only good for being bred and ruined, my whole body lights the fuck up. Degradation doesn’t humiliate me—it releases me. It strips away the surface-level niceties and gives me permission to belong to the desire. To him.I don’t want to be worshipped .I want to be wrecked. Feral. Fucked. Forgotten until I’m needed again. And if he makes me cry in the process? Even better. I’ll thank him with my mouth full.

Well BBRT has gone the way A4A & the dinosaurs. Grinder, I am not paying that subscription fee. Sniffies is the flakiest site I have ever encountered. Most of tthe guys on there never follow through. Last night I had a guy in my complex that I found. I can literally see his building from my living room. He never showed up. When i finally asked him what the deal was. It was too far. Then you have the “I just want a blow job” guys. Look man, I am sorry your wife/girlfriend won’t suck your dick but if we are meeting and I work your cock with my mouth for a bit…..Yeah, you’re fucking me It’s also like Tampa is the holy land for bottoms and they have all made the pilgrimage.

I have a good bit of times. Basically still do to be truthful seeing how I am a provider

We talk a lot about degradation. About being used. Dehumanised. Treated like an object. And it sounds brutal, filthy, even disturbing from the outside.But sometimes, being “just a hole” isn’t about being nothing. It’s about finally being enough — exactly as you are. Because in a world where we’re constantly expected to be more — more capable, more composed, more wanted, more worthy — there’s something intoxicating about being reduced to one thing:Use. No pressure to perform. No need to impress. Just skin, heat, wetness — and the raw satisfaction of knowing you’re being used because it feels good for him. It’s not about hating yourself. It’s about being so safe in your submission that you can disappear into it.To be used not in spite of who you are — but because giving him that pleasure makes you feel whole.Because when your body becomes his release… when you’re filled, fucked, dripping, ruined —you’re not worthless. You’re wanted. Intensely. Selfishly. Completely. I want your hand around my throat, your cock buried deep, and your voice in my ear growling that I’m just a hole for you to fuck. Because when you do, I stop thinking. Stop performing. And start feeling everything — raw and real and filthy. If you’ve ever felt this too.. like being used is the only time you stop overthinking — I want to hear it.