What's Your Fetish?
Leather, Military, Piercings, Skinheads, Smoking, Sports, Tattoos, Uniforms, Other
About Me
Italian in Brighton. Marlboro Red in hand, leather on skin, and a mind wired for surrender.
Submissive. Obedient. Unowned. A man’s property in waiting — well-hung, eager, and built to serve.
Masculine, raw, and ready to be used. I crave control, voice, presence — the kind that owns a room and a body.
I’m not looking. I’m prowling.
For Alphas. For men who take. For smokers who speak with their chest and command with a glance.
Door ajar in 7 Dials. Find me on all fours — take what’s yours, dump and go. No strings. No apologies. Just obedience.
Limits? No illegal play. No blood, no scat, no permanent marks. Everything else — yours to explore.
I thrive on TPE, verbal domination, objectification. I exist to be used — and I don’t say no to those who know how.
