My Ideal Person:
I harbor a desire to meet a man who possesses a romantic and adventurous soul, intellect, passion, sensuality and an interest in slow soulful kisses, erotic touches and sex. I am interested in an intelligent mind....not brainy, just someone capable of sharing thoughts, opinions, other interests and has a broad range of experience from which to draw, shall we say, reference material. Good conversation/communication can be such a turn on as well. I prefer someone who is spontaneous; self assured, neither intimidated by nor afraid of a thinking woman, able to see and appreciate what she may offer/bring to an encounter; can provide soulful looks, toe curling kisses and able to scratch that itch I can never reach. Though my eyes may wander to/linger on men who are taller with slim to average build, intellectual acumen and personality plus will take precedence over physical attributes. I am open to various age groups and interracial dating, as long as the mind is mature and the interest is genuine. My present interest encompasses the here and now, I have no illusions of nor a desire for a long term/commited relationship. Therefore, I am not in search of a relationship first and foremost but rather a "mutual understanding". Should something more develop, then all the better for the both of us. I'm sorry but I have no interest in communications with men who are married or attached so please, do not respond as it would be a waste of time, both yours and mine.

Additionally, I had hoped it would not come to this but....alas I grow tired of the accusations, the comments and the disparaging words. To the masses who insist upon cloaking themselves in self righteous innuendo, piously spouting sincerity and genuine intent....I wish to inform you that.....whether I am “FOR REAL” or not, is not based on “your” interest, invitations or desires but rather, it is based on “MY” interest.... and your ability (or lack thereof) to capture it! This shall serve as fair warning, any future first contact emails received questioning my character, integrity or intentions, will be deleted.....without thought or consideration. Should you have any expectations.....expect to be ignored.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
....he begins to undress me, unwrap me layer by layer, taking
his time to ravage me with his mouth and hands. His mouth
is heat. Hot, scorching, wet....heat. It engulfs me, teases
me….excites me, surrounding and lapping me to exquisite,
pulsating pleasure. Pleasure so intense it borders on
pain, his tongue burns, inflames, ignites.....and I am
on fire. His mouth following, trailing the path of his hands
as they remove piece after piece, continues its merciless
assault on my now over sensitive body. He is attuned to my
every need and desire and he seeks out my vulnerability,
my weakness, and he finds my sweet spot. Stroke for stroke,
kiss for kiss we dance the dance of lovers. Entwined, inseparable....uninhibited,
we move to the beat, to the rhythm of the dance of lust, love
and sexual seduction. I feel his lips and tongue tease my
extended nub of pleasure and taste the juices that flow
from his touch....hot, wet and sweet. As his hands grip
my thighs and spread me wide, his mouth and tongue lave my
sugar walls and his fingers delve within my depths, probing,
stroking....pushing in and out. His mouth is alternately
gentle and demanding, his fingers magically stirring....all
working in harmony, deliciously coaxing from me those
telltale sounds and signs that precede the inevitable,
the plunge over the edge of the precipice preceding a downward
spiral into total, indescribable, blissful oblivion.
My hands, of their own accord wrap themselves around his
head, holding him in place, pulling him closer than close…..my
pelvis rocks forward to meet each wicked thrust of his tongue,
nip of his teeth and every plunge of his fingers until....I
am no longer able to endure the sensations that assail me.
My world swirls, sways, is rocked and spins out of control.
My eyes lose focus and close....my mouth opens and the sound
of my orgasm is wrenched from me, from the depths of my breast,
my throat, unashamedly vocalized in a high pitched keening
wail of unrestrained release....

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