Alright, I’ve gotten a lot of questions about my luck on Tinder so here is what I do to attract wealthier men on Tinder.
have 5 photos on my profile, 2 being well lit face shots of me wearing natural or minimalistic amounts of makeup. the amount to wear is completely up to you but I prefer to keep it fresh faced. the other 3 of my photos are full body pictures of me wearing various outfits in different locations. The first is of me at a more formal event, wearing a little black dress and heels; you can clearly see the fancy venue behind me. Second picture is on the terrace of a hotel room, I’m in a bikini facing away from the camera and looking at the sunset in the back round. Last photo is me in Bora Bora, sitting under a fern tree in a bikini, looking at straight at the camera and smiling.
I used these photos in particular because as a whole, they display the lifestyle I’m accustomed to living, and therefore attracts people who are capable and willing tp uphold and expand that lifestyle, but I know what you’re thinking
BUT I DONT HAVE PICS OF ME AT FANCY EVENTS AND EXOTIC LOCATIONS? HOW WILL I STILL CONVEY THE SAME MESSAGE?
my answer is; fake that shit girl
get dressed up, find a plain wall or a wall with nice décor on it, and have someone take photos of you, if you’re ever anywhere with a nice view, have someone take a photo with the view in the back (try not to get any unwanted stragglers in the back)
AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT UPLOAD SELFIES USING THOSE FUCKING SNAPCHAT FILTERS! (this goes for SA too)
I have been on so many POT dates where men have flat out told me that the reason they liked my profile so much is because of the complete lack of snapchat filter bullshit, newsflash sweetheart, they want to see your actual face. not you as a dog, not you with silver eyes and a flower crown, and not you in some weird greenish filter that contours your face and blurs your crowsfeet. That shit might be cute if you’re looking for an unemployed, basement dwelling 22 year old, but not when you’re trying to attract a successful business man.
you guys are about to be extremely disappointed……
I keep it minimal
first of all I NEVER EVER EVER put the phrase “sugar baby” or “sugar daddy” in my bio, I don’t know I personally find it tacky. I also don’t say anything about wanting something “mutually beneficial” because I let my photos do the talking. I stick to 4 simple little bullet points saying that I’m well traveled, a fine wine and sushi enthusiast , and how many counties I visited in 2016 (this can easily be substituted by something else that’s more personally fitted) and then at the bottom a simple “Show me the rest of the world?” BOOM I immediately have an inbox weeded of salts (they’ll still appear though, but I’m positive that my profile does shoo some of them away) and instead I’m left with potential daddies and splendas.
THE ART OF SWIPING RIGHT
I look for men, who have similar profiles as my own;
- well dressed
- exotic/expensive location
I know some men have their jobs in the description of their profiles, I sway towards CEO’s and entrepreneurs (they could be lying so don’t get your hopes too high)
as for my age range, mine goes from 36 to 55+, most POT are over the age of 40 but I shaved a few years off because I’ve seen that some men in their 40′s will lie and say they’re 37-39
Content: An Elriel fan-fiction. Some fluff, quite a lot of smut…I think.
Disclaimer: MIGHT CONTAIN SOME ACOWAR SPOILERS. This is my first ever fan-fiction guys. Please go easy on me if this sucks, if the smut’s not good enough and if I don’t resonate with the characters’ voices well. I tried :’x If you enjoyed it, likes and reblogs would be appreciated <3 Also thank you @throne-of-omg-the-feels for the nudge <33 @obnoxiouslycheerfulgirl, because you wanted to see it.
the war with Hybern ended, it was finally the time to celebrate for the
residents of the Night Court on their most cherished night of the year-the
night of Starfall. All day, the citizens of Velaris kept themselves busy in
decorating the city of starlight and setting everything up for the festival.
The High Lord and High Lady, as well as their Inner Circle, also lent a hand in
painting the city with colors of harmony and peace. By the evening, the streets
were crowded with both high and lesser Fae, a crowd of adults and children.
Since the wall came down, a few humans who could muster the courage to overcome
their fear of the Fae came to the Night Court to witness this unique
choruses of laughter and the melodious tunes of music trailed to Azriel’s ears
as he stood in the threshold of the garden of the townhouse. He looked out to
the festivities and took in the sound of Cassian and Mor bickering over one
thing or another behind him in the foyer. Amren was casually perched on the
sofa, snuggling with Varian, the Prince of Adriata, who she had invited over
from the Summer Court to experience Starfall.
He turned as
he heard footsteps and turned to see Rhys and Feyre coming downstairs,
hand-in-hand, his High Lady grinning from ear to ear at something Rhys
whispered in her ear. They both looked regal and radiant in their attires and
were closely followed by Nesta, her eyes clearly searching for Cassian. When
their eyes met, she didn’t smile but Az caught a glimmer in her eyes and looked
towards Cass to find him smirking at her. He had finally stopped bickering with
Mor and she now sauntered her way toward Feyre, probably complementing her outfit
for the night and still nagging Rhys to tell her where he got these dresses
from. He just winked at her and she stuck his tongue out to him and walked away
to grab a bottle of wine from the table. As entertaining as all them were, his
eyes still searched for the one person amongst them all who was still to make
As if on
cue, he felt her. Not quite there yet, but he could sense her coming and just
like that, there she was, at the top of the staircase. Azriel’s heart-stopped
at the sight of her. Everyone else blacked out from his vision and it was as if
there was only him and her in this space. Elain Archeron. She looked like a
fragment of the stars themselves as she stood there, her eyes finding his. At
the sight of him, her face seemed to brighten with a smile that even lit up his
shadows. Fretting nervously, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
stunning silver, with an undertone of blue, the sheer top half of her bodice
was covered in lace designs that lay floral patterns on her chest, torso and
along her arms. They continued down to the side of the lower half of the gown,
which draped down and pooled around the floor, its chiffon material glimmering.
Her golden-brown locks hung in loose waves around her shoulder and only a
single, thick braid, bedecked with pearl beads, was plaited on the crown of her
head like a headband. A circlet with a moonstone pendant in the center and
adjoining charms shaped like stars bejeweled her forehead.
That’s the first thought that came to Az’s mind and he chided himself for it.
But that’s what she reminded him of. A snowflake under the reflection of the
moon, something he always found so beautiful in its simplicity. He willed his
feet to start moving and approached Elain as she descended down the stairs.
Unmindfully, he fixed the collar and lapels of his snug-fitting black
embroidered jacket and took his girlfriend’s hand.
months ago, he had finally started courting her when she finally confessed to
him that she did not want to be with Lucien. That she did not feel drawn to
him, at least not in any romantic way and that she sought and found more of a
companion in him. That she loved him and not the man who is supposed to be her
mate. Azriel had been taken aback at the revelation but soon after, he was
ecstatic. He hadn’t felt this way in centuries about anyone else but Mor, who
he had slowly learned to let go of in the recent months; and here she was-this
gorgeous, strong-willed girl with a heart so full of love that he was drawn to
her from the very beginning.
feel everyone in the room still behind him but he didn’t care. Az politely put
his right hand forward as he reached the end of the staircase and offered it to
Elain. She took it and looked up at him from beneath her lashes.
The edges of his mouth tucked up as he responded.
“Hello, Elain. You look stunning” and kissed the back of her hand.
Azriel quickly noted the blush that now stained her cheeks and the shy smile
that played on her lips. With that, he took her hand and placed it on the crook
of his elbow and led her to everybody else.
mockery and chit-chat, the group gathered in the street outside their home to
witness Starfall with all the dressed up on-lookers of Velaris. Looking at
every one of them, he felt beyond grateful that his family had all survived the
war and were now well and happy. They deserved it. Every single person present
here deserved it. With that thought, he sensed the music and chatter die down
and all the companion lights go off. Shocked, Elain grasped his hand, unsure of
what was happening, her brows crinkled in an adorable gesture of worry. He
brushed a kiss on her temple and whispered in her ear, “You’ll see”.
that, it began. The night sky lit up in a shower of starlight; of effervescent
paint that now stained the vast darkness. He took in the sight, the beauty and
somehow the falling stars seemed to multiply this year. As he heard from Rhys,
they weren’t exactly stars, but souls that chose this one night to make their
journey across the heavens. This seemed to be a tribute from the lost souls of
the war and so many of the residents sent kisses to the skies, as they then
proceeded to drink and dance.
He stole a
glance at Elain and found her spell-bound. Her mouth was slightly agape, her
eyes widened and gleaming with the reflection of the starlight, hand clutching
“Beautiful” she said, her words barely audible.
He drank in the sight before him and locked it away in his memory forever,
smiling down at her.
the star of the celebration, they all drank some champagne and danced. Azriel
had Elain in his arms and slowly moved with her, breathing in her scent,
basking in the warmth of her body against his. He gently kissed her sometimes,
which sent his memories reeling back to their first kiss-it happened during an
evening stroll by the Sidra when he was showing her around the city and they
stopped to rest. She had leaned into him for warmth and he had his wings tucked
around her as she looked up at him and then moved her gaze down to his lips.
Normally, he had stellar control, but then and there, he could not muster it
and leaned down to make their lips meet. The feel of her mouth, the taste of
her was indescribable. He wanted more, but he knew not to push her and cherish
as much of her as she’d give to him.
still slow-dancing when she murmured near his chest, “Azriel?”
Resting his chin on top of her head, as he was doing so for a while, he asked,
“Would you come up to my room? I want to show you something.”
He moved his face and looked down at her. He gently brushed the back of his
hand along her cheekbone as he nodded. Elain took him by his hand and led him
inside the house again and up to her chamber.
It was a
neat little room, well arranged and organized. It smelled floral and distinctly
like the woman he was irrevocably in love with. The curtains were left open,
letting in a cool breeze that made the room feel airy and comfortable. Elain
stopped just by the terrace that accompanied her room and looked excitedly at a
patch of newly-bloomed morning glories.
“I always wanted to grow these. There’s something so intriguing about how they
just bloom at night; and how ironic their name is. And, now look, they’re
finally here”, she grinned up at him.
Azriel wrapped an arm around her waist and finally spread his wings, getting
some free space.
“They’re beautiful, my love”
She leaned closer, and bit her lip. Turning to him, she took his scarred hand
in hers, brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. Azriel stiffened slightly at
the contact and it was now his turn to bite his lips.
“Your wings. You. That’s what’s truly beautiful.” She said to him, a glazed
look in her eyes as she traced a finger down a wing. He shuddered and closed
“Are you okay?” she asked, unaware of how delicate an Illyrians’ wings were.
Normally, he’d object to anyone even thinking of touching his wings but with
her, with Elain, he felt safe. And he wanted her touch. So, so bad.
“Yes” he said hoarsely. “They can be a little…sensitive to things”
She nodded but continued to trail her fingers along them, as if memorizing
every nook and curve that forged those mighty wings. Every layer of color they
shone. He gripped her tighter around the waist, gasping out her name when she
lifted her face up to kiss him.
just brushed her lips against his and felt a soft whimper escape his mouth.
Azriel held her tight but was standing so very still, looking at her with
something more than just love. She stood on her tiptoes and moved to kiss him
properly now and he obliged. Both their eyes shuttered close; one of his hands
moved to cup her face while the other moved along her waist and grabbed the
edge. Her own hand curled itself on the back of the Illyrian’s neck while her
free fingers entwined in his dark hair. The sky was still illuminated with
starlight and they reflected off of his night black hair, giving them a silver
deepened as Azriel gently opened her mouth with his tongue and started
exploring. A little moan escaped Elain which in return got a low, satisfactory
groan from him. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along the lines of the jaw,
just behind her ear and down the exposed collar of her neck. She arched to his
touch, allowing him more access. He grazed his teeth along the exposed flesh
and she gasped.
Az look at
her, eyes glazed with barely contained lust, hair an unruly mess that was her
doing. They both knew where this was heading.
“Elain, are you sure you want this?” he asked earnestly, still holding her
She had never gone this far with a male. Even being engaged to Graysen, they
did nothing more than kiss, saving themselves for their wedding night. She
always thought that’s how it’d be. That she’d be married to a wonderful human
man, they’d have a lovely marriage, a happy home and a flock of beautiful
children. But all that had been a fantasy. No, she was a High Fae now. None of
that would be real. There would be no human end for her and she might have felt
the loss of it at the beginning of her transition, but not now. Not anymore.
Back there, she would perhaps have been shunned for sharing a bed with any
other male but her husband, so she would hold back.
But not in Prythian. No, here, everyone owned up to their sexuality. And it was
oddly liberating. Here, she felt free. And healed-and all for this
extraordinary male that now held her, who accepted her and loved. She wanted to
be with him. She wanted to give him everything. This, her first time, she
didn’t want to experience it with anyone but him.
“Yes, Azriel. Yes” she said to him, voice steady, with no flicker of doubt in
That was all
it took for him to delve right into her. He kissed her passionately; rougher
than before as if some part of him he kept chained became unleashed at her
approval. Az’s hands explored her body and every touch of his was electric. She
let her hands roam over his body; the hard planes of his chest, the lean
stomach, the smooth, warm skin of his neck. He turned Elain toward the room and
led her inside, never breaking their kiss. Her hands started fumbling with the
buttons of his jacket and he helped her unbutton it. She took it off of him and
threw it away. Breaking their kiss yet again, she proceeded to look at him.
was, bare from the waist up. She noticed his stomach was corded with muscles as
she moved her fingers along his chiseled chest, banded with black, Illyrian
tattoos, and torso. Those majestic wings framed him, hiding everything in the
background from view. They were massive. The colors hidden in their skin seemed
to shimmer under the starlight. His shadows were barely there, as if something
kept them at bay. Azriel seemed to shudder at her very touch and she could
slowly start to feel his hardness against her core.
turned and had her back to Azriel, unclasping any jewelry she had on and laying
it on a table nearby. She moved her hair from her back placed it over her right
shoulder, clearly signaling for him to unzip her. With steady hands, he
oh-so-slowly undid her zipper. He grazed his fingers along her shoulders and
started pushing her sleeves down. Her blood turned to liquid fire at every
point of contact and she let the dress fall to the floor and pool around her
feet. She now stood there, just in her white lace panties, barer than she’d
ever been, even in front of her sisters. She felt Az inch closer and lean down
to place feather-like kisses along her exposed shoulder and she threw her head back
at the feel of it and sighed. Catching
her unawares, he bit her shoulder, making her cry out from pleasure. She could
now start to feel warmth pulling between her legs like never before.
his lover around and took in the sight of her, bathed in gleaming star-shine.
His eyes took in her in pert breasts; nipple peaked in arousal, down to her
torso, her stomach and skimmed along her bare legs. His eyes shone with carnal
hunger as he moved to lay her down on the bed and then place himself atop her.
One of his
hands had her by the neck and the other grabbing onto her thigh, moving inward.
Those wicked fingers of his caressed the skin just below her bare breasts. His
other hand also stroked lazy, indolent circles along the inside of her thigh,
building up her anticipation, teasing. She felt his hardness right between her
legs as her hunger for him grew and she started moving along it. Azriel exhaled
hard and looked up at her from her neck. Breathless, he asked.
do you want, Elain?”
Every inch of you”
At that, a
satisfactory growl from deep within escaped him and he gave her a long, hard
kiss. His mouth moved down to the skin of her chest, and lower to her hardened
nipple. He sucked on it gently, at the same time rising the index finger and
thumb of his hand to roll and stroke her other breast and nipple. He gave that
one the same treatment, only biting down making her gasp.
The ache was
increasingly growing at her core and she needed him. She made a strained noise
to alert him of how badly she wanted him and he smirked. He seemed to have
gotten the hint. His lips landed featherlike kissed down her stomach and kissed
her between her legs over her white lace panties before taking them off of her.
He lifted himself up a little to look down at her, devouring every inch of her
with his eyes. The ravenous look in them drove Elain mad.
with her thighs, kissing the inside of it and sucking on the skin and kept
moving inwards. With every inch forward, the kisses became more light and
teasing. She was ready for his mouth; there was nowhere forward to go.
Except….he stopped and kissed her everywhere BUT where she needed him most.
my lady” he replied with a cocky grin.
She made a
cry of protest but he just laughed from between her legs and damn her, this
just made her want him more.
At his lick,
she turned molten.
Elain. You’re drenched”
was all she got out as he continued feasting on her-licking, sucking, probing
her with his skilled tongue. Soon enough, he pushed a finger inside her. And
then another, stroking her just where she wanted him as well as continuing to
taste her. This pushed her over the edge and she cried out his name as she lost
all sense and reason. She came relentlessly over his mouth.
As she was
calming down from her first orgasm, he got up on his knees and discarded off
his tight fitting pants and by the cauldron, she almost came undone from the
sight of him. The dark hair, deep, hazel eyes, the sculpted body, the whorls of
his tattoo; the hard length of him all dressed in the silvery light of the
stars leaking through her window-he looked like a fallen prince- with powerful
wings that now cocooned them, a lust-addled look on his face.
his mouth down onto hers, kissing her rough and hard and wrapped her legs around
his waist, positioning his tip on her entrance and gently rubbing. She was
drenched again, completely ready for him. Yet still, he looked into Elain’s
eyes, a silent question still. She nodded. And just like that he slowly pushed himself
inside her and let her adjust to it. It hurt just a little at the beginning but
soon, the pleasure had overridden the initial pain. When she was comfortable,
he started moving and she had no way to hold back her scandalous moans as she lost
herself to the ecstasy of the full feel of him inside her. Azriel himself was
panting and moaning, a sound that set her blood on fire and when they both came
together, he called out her name. The intensity of it burned through her,
making light explode behind her eyes.
“I love you,
Elain. I don’t deserve you. But damn me, because I can’t not find myself around
you”, he said afterwards, still lingering inside her.
“And I love you, Azriel. You deserve everything and more”
asleep before Elain did. He left a kiss on her forehead before he passed out
and was now sprawled there covered up to the waist in her white sheets, an arm
tucked under her neck, holding her close. She leaned down and softly kissed his
cheek. He shuffled slightly and wrapped her in tighter in his arm and wings and
went on with his slumber. In the aftermath of their deed, they had laid there
for hours talking and laughing with each other. A certain topic of “wingspans”
had also come up till they at last had snuggled in comfortable silence and till
the male beside her passed out.