Modeling Interest:Â Solo (both), Girl/Boy (both), Boy/Boy (both). Sexually adventurous, to sum it up.
Why do you want to be a part of Tokio Bodies?:Â
Tokio Bodies is an interesting lot and I consider myself to be of the interesting sort as well. Weâre a match made in heaven, you and I. So, how about it? No? Well, I suppose I ought to shed some light on my interesting self a bit if I hope to be accepted into this fascinating establishment rather than attempt to woo my way in. Canât say I didnât try though.
Iâll skip around my past, if you donât mind. Not that itâs a tragic prose or anything of the sort. There just isnât much to tell, really. My beautiful mum, bless her sweet soul, brought me into the world through sweat and tears. I came out squalling. The doc smacked my arse then rid himself of me to my mum. Said doc gave the nod of approval to kindly relocate ourselves back home. And so we did. I grew up to be quite the dashing gent that you see today with a penchant for the color blue and a libido that never ceases to quit.
Growing up, the devastatingly awkward teenage years and beyond, Iâve been one for experimentation. It gets dreadfully dull to lounge about at home and masturbate the day away. Iâm all for self loving, but it does get a touch boring and painful when youâve rubbed one out for the fourth time that day and your cock begins to chafe. Just my view of things, thank you.
So, to quench that boredom, the lads and I ran and mucked about in Stirling while the lasses would tug on me in the opposite direction to do God-knows-what. Itâs those sweet little things I have to thank for who I am, actually. They always had a barking grand time pushing my hair this way and that all the while proclaiming that I would be âa decent looking chapâ with their new favorite hair color or style as seen on the telly.
When the lot of us were old enough to pass off as, well, old enough to attend tunnel raves, thatâs when the true experimentation broke through. There was so many birds, so many blokes, and the colors and music and drugs. It was bloody wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. I wouldnât trade anything in the world for it. The little dolls and occasional poof would paint and dress me up in whatever the color spectrum had to offer and itâs safe to say that I usually came out looking like a damned clown- a damned, devilishly handsome clown, mind you. The rest was a blissful blur of colors, noise, sweat, heavy breathing and all those things that rave reviews describe in disturbing detail. Rubbish like the bass of the music pulsating through my chest and being one with the writhing, grinding mass.
But those days are long gone and Iâm chasing a dream of them which is how I wound up in NYC, outside of my landing in a spot of trouble but thatâs something better off left under the rug which it was swept under.
I stumbled upon Tokio Bodies and I like what I see. So much so that I want and wish, hell, need to be a part of it. I admit that Iâm ready to give up on those old dreams of mine and begin living and building new ones with you lot. So, how about it? Letâs make something beautiful.
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