Zuri Imara

I follow naturally. My submission is a considered thing, an expression of trust offered to someone thoughtful and sure of himself. Direction, when it comes from the right person, is something I move toward instinctively. I'm drawn to restraint, to surrender, to the satisfaction of giving my entire self over to someone else's pleasure.

My eyes tend to do most of the talking before I've said a word. They're a deep molasses brown, and I've been told I have a calming effect on people. I've also been told I'm difficult to forget once someone has spent enough time with me. Those two things are likely connected.

I take care of myself and I enjoy doing so. I run outdoors in the early morning, which is when I do my best thinking and feel most like myself. On quiet evenings I give myself time to be still, to read, to let things settle. What I bring to you depends on what I've brought to myself first, and I take that seriously. I want to arrive at your door present, not depleted.

There is a kind of man who wants to be fully in charge and fully taken care of at the same time. Who  wants to feel the gentleness of a woman who gives herself over completely. Not because she has to. Because she wants to.

That's what I offer. Not two separate things awkwardly combined. One thing, offered whole. I'm affectionate and I'm submissive and in my experience those qualities don't pull against each other. They reinforce each other. The warmth makes the surrender more real. The surrender makes the warmth mean more. What you get is someone who is both easy to be with and totally, willingly yours. Someone who takes pleasure in your pleasure without it being a performance.

I've wanted to offer this for a long time. I think you might have been waiting for it without quite knowing who you were waiting for.