Bear Hinksch, according to scruff

This is the about me text I have on my scruff profile...


Long text, please bear with 🐻

I have a dry/sassy/sarcastic sense of humour, but I like to think I'm a nice guy. My core values are to be kind, helpful and grateful. If you defend any form of hate, prejudice or if you call yourself anti-woke, don't even bother writing me. And if I need to ask for a face pic, we are already off to a bad start 🤷

I am officially a top, but I'm very liberal with my bum. I am also very visual, so I'm always happy to receive videos and pictures - and to share mine. Just keep in mind that I'm interested in more than body parts - both for a chat and in person. I am excessively into cuddles and exploring all senses, and I truly believe there's much much more than just genitals and penetration 😏

Besides, sex for me is a plus, not the main goal. Sometimes I like some NSA fun, but most of the time I am looking for something more. The best way to describe me would be a demisexual who's occasionally just horny 😝

I am happily married to the love of my life - his profile is linked here - and we have an open relationship. Normally I'm on my own, on a layover,  but we tell each other everything, so he'll know about whatever happens. If we are together back home or if he's traveling with me, we always play together, in a "get one/take two" kind of deal 🥰

Talking about layovers, in my job I get to be in amazing places for a just a short period of time, and sometimes I'm too tired to even get out of my hotel room. So please don't take it personally if I don't see or answer a message 😉

Triple vaccinated and had COVID, so I probably have super immunity at this point 💉😝

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