Remember I'm not just here to do generic, studio style porn. If you want perfect bodies fucking, I'm sure there's better places to look (although, if I can say for myself... not too bad either). But I'm a real person with real interests, so don't be afraid to contact me especially if you've seen me mention something I like.
Here's a smidge of specific stuff I like:
- String instruments
- Briefs & Jockstraps
- Shakespeare, Cormac McCarthy, and many more
- Calisthenics
- Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu
- Muay Thai/Kickboxing
- Religious Imagery
- Food that not only tastes good but also looks good
- Airplanes
- Hot & Sexy Bodies
- Dance
- Gothic stuff (everything from the cathedral kind to the Lovecraft kind)
- History
- Costumes
The list can go on for ever. What I'm saying is if something catches your eye either here on OnlyFans or my social media, don't be shy to contact me about it. I recently had someone notice just from one or two posts that I have kickboxing equipment and train for fighting, and it was enough to set up some custom pictures and videos.
As a rule, the more personally tailored the content is, the more interested I'll be in making it, even if it's just out for novelty's sake. This account has taught me a lot about stepping out of my comfort zone - maybe it can do the same for you 😉
Sometimes you get too carried away by creative projects, plans, identities, etc., you forget to JUST FUCK.
Here's vids and pictures of my hard cock, me fucking my own hand because I just needed it, and a view of how I look when I'm hard and desperate just WANT IT - you know?
Come help
POV: you accidentally walk into the gym's locker room on your first day and I'm supportive and just happy you're ready to learn to fight.
Also my cock is out. But the point is mostly the former thing about being glad to see you with no judgement.
I don't think this really needs much of a description. Simply one of my favorite poems.
The further it goes, the better it gets, and the last two stanzas absolutely get me every time. I'm so glad I got a chance to read it out loud again.
Enjoy the text, enjoy the sound, enjoy the view.
I think for my next nude or almost nude poetry reading, I'm going to go with one of my long time favorites - 'Israfel' by Edgar Allan Poe.
The last two verses always tear my heart:
"Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely—flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky."
(Hint: you need the sound on)
"Look Ma, they're called morning warmups. Yes they're necessary. My trainer says they help with bloodflow. Look it up yourself then."
Got some feedback that was so nice it almost made me tear up, but the important thing for YOU is that they thought for the production quality of my last shoot, I should definitely be charging more.
I'll think about it, because it does take a lot of work and courage, but for now we don't have to let everything get to our heads, amiright? All I'm saying, if you want to REALLY see me, the new photoshoot is an absolute steal. Don't take it from me. Take it from me telling you about someone else telling me.
first day at the beach with the Midwest bible study group, I do my best to hide my posch accent and to sound manly - like I like trucks and big tits and say "more like DUDE-eronomie amirite?" & look around to see if highfives are part of the male bonding ritual. #jockstrapfriday
Goodnight from Sweet Cheeks over here. The way things are going with this jockstrap situation is that my Muay Thai class is gonna see my asshole and all of you who wished to one day get a glimpse won't ever get a chance. I need to get this sorted asap!
*Peaky Blinders voice* "oight, 'ere's how it's gonna work. .... It's... It's bloody.. It's probably not. I'm really bad at crime actually. Anyone wonna workshop this? Me brover's already been kinda passive aggressive bout me fuckin up every time so far. Does anyone know a good therapist?"
This is what I did this morning. I just sat and listened, then tried playing it myself a few times on the viola. An amazing feeling of my own space before The World began.
(posting the TikTok so it comes with the song)
Do you want PG-rated content on my OnlyFans or should save this space for the higher quality stuff you won't see on Twitter, Insta, etc. For example casual clothed selfies, little clips from my day, etc.
Full length videos, uncensored erotic, and really anything I consider "complete," whether it's a video of me reading a poem, masturbating, having sex, or a serious photoshoot will always only be available here (or maybe someday something like F * nsly if people would like it).
Still, I don't know how much of my daily, smaller dosed content you get from my Insta, TikTok, Reddit, & Twitter. Do you see a lot of me elsewhere or only here? On other sites, especially because of how the internet works, I often focus more on humor and consistency, meaning the subject matter can be all over the place.
Pic is an example of what I'm talking about.
I finally finally finally sent two emails that I've been unable to for literal years because of the pressure I felt and now I did it! It didn't fix all my problems but it's gotten the ball rolling to really improve my academic and financial life. So I thought I'd just... share some photos I've taken since I sent them and hope that you can get some sense of joy, lightheartedness, sexual or spiritual freedom - anything you feel you've been needing.
I just finished typing this out, looked up at the mirror, and saw that I was smiling. Not a common occurrence 🖤😇
I overslept this morning. Needed to leave for class at 7. Woke up at at 7.30. Sat back down in bed and was about to think about acceptance, forgiving myself, using the for other things, etc..
Now - I HATE that 'Grind' mentality, and the people who espouse it (grifters) even more. But since we share this parasocial bond, I'll show you what I wrote on the train at 7:45. Spoiler -I went to class:
I remember reading this thing in Guitar Magazine or whatever back when I was a metalhead guitar playing terror. It was in interview with some major lead/solo guitarist and the gist was "mistakes will happen and they risk you losing your confidence or somehow else getting in your head and 'winning.' So when you fuck up - do something. Hit the next note extra hard, literally move the instrument in a way that says 'down boy,' anything to remind you who's boss.
Similarly, my K1 coach said "if you take a kick, it'll hurt. So don't just take it and say 'ow'. Give a kick back. Kick for kick. Use the feeling from getting kicked to immediately remind everyone you're still in control, top of the pecking order. Taking a bit doesn't mean losing.
Self acceptance is good. Don't be too hard on yourself. But part of that is being strong enough to not let mistakes get in your head. They'll happen inevitably. Kick back. Kick for kick.
(bonus non fight pic from last night if you made it through the whole thing ☺️)
In a land far away, a long long time ago,
I used to see myself as a very skinny (think a petulant lithe stick). Yet now that I've grown both literally and metaphorically, it can be hard to tell what I look like. Now at my gym, people call me "huge," or usually something similar but less dramatic sounding. But I feel average sized! Sometimes I look soft, other times sizeably rugged, but the idea that in a group of people I stand because of width, muscle, fat, height, or really any feature doesn't click.
Is this called body dysmorphophobia or just being a person over time? Maybe both? Maybe I.... actually am huge. What's your favorite way of thinking of me?
Let's look past the TikTok vibe of the production; that's what happens when you try to reach the masses. If there's enough interest, I could a full video or even live Q&A on the topic.
It's called recovery. Don't ask me where the bruises, the high-hanging balls, the glassware, or the reason for any of this comes from. Sometimes you just have to accept what you get, wonder, go "huh" and decide that when it comes to serious rehydration, why bother with a glass when you have a pitcher.
Yours,
Cheers
In case you've only been seeing my content about being soft and sick and worrying you misread me, that I'm just a softboi, a quick reminder for all incl myself: I'm also a fcking machine and love the challenge of force, violence, and struggle - consensual of course, but genuine🖤
Let's all be careful what we pray for 🔐
At times it is a glory to behold:
a man's soul - in thanks and daring
it grows bold,
when it dawns on him he's made of
softer stuff but also rock.
In these moments he can rise and say
"Goddamn, I got me a pretty nice cock!"
Come close. Closer. Lean in. I got somethin to tell you. I'm gonna be honest with ya. I've been a bit under the weather. I had Covid while in the hospital for something else, and a week after getting out, I got some nasty sinus infection that feels like beelzebub's been brewing my tea and pouring it down my throat.
No pity for me though! Otherwise I feel great and have been doing so many nice things for myself and others, resting, etc. You've seen me reading new poems I discovered, seen me playing the viola, all that jazz.
Thing is, my body isn't at... let's call it its Sexual Peak right now. They say when you're sick, you should respect your body, and frankly I think it'd be a little rude of me to ask the little guy downstairs to do any heavy lifting for maybe another week; he deserves some vacation days just like anyone else who works hard (get it? Hard? Because it's a penis? Let me know if I should explain further).
So I wanted to ask you, my lovely fans, friends, and audience what you would like to see in this time of relative calm. I'd love to read, I can show you parts of me that otherwise might get neglected, things like that. Don't worry your little hearts, clits, and dicks - I'll be back up (get it?) in no time. Until then,
yours truly (especially if you tip nice)
Saintt.
Persian Poems No. 1: A little reading of the full Hafez poem I quoted in the description of the photoshoot I posted recently. Hope someone out there enjoys it at as much as I did.
The first picture I took today before the sun was even up.
The second one I took today playing one of my mother's favorite songs.
Message me if you want me to send you an album version of the song.
Translated, it goes something like this:
A red rose is growing
By the side of a great road
- What are you growing and blooming for?
Why are you teasing the lads?
- Why wouldn't I grow and bloom,
Why wouldn't I tease the lads
Why wouldn't I tease the lads
Throughout the whole summer
Dear brother is riding off to war
With a cap that hasn't been adorned
- Go, dear sister, to the garden
Adorn brother's cap
She adorned it while singing
She escorted him while weeping
- Why are you weeping, dear sister,
Are you mourning for the bloom?
- I do not mourn for the bloom,
I am sorry for you
Warriors have a short life
Like a summer's afternoon
Like a summer's afternoon
Like a bubble of water
The spirit of a warrior
Is sitting on the tip of a sword
It's sitting on the tip of a sword
By the side of a fire
🖤🌺🗡️
