I'm a middle-aged self-employed, single free spirit. Haven't always been so, but am now, and it suits me fine. I am open minded, a devil's advocate, creative, elusive, hopeful, and upbeat. I believe in Joy. I've worked for myself most of my life, which has good and bad. Strength and belief is good. not exactly socialized to the point of being a wonder years , could be bad.

Ma personne idéale : The fluid mathematics of music, three dimensional architecture, is a reality, not a concept. "Other people" are called that for a reason. What you know about me, so far, you know from you. When people say "When push comes to shove..." they're debating how to say "Good Bye".
Most of life is a contrivance...which in times of tight quarters, leads to lies in the form of self-defense. I'm not criticizing, just....well,
the glint in the eye will still slay me, and the sway in the gait makes me wait, but the obsession of the creative process tips the scales of just us to a formulation, weight and sea, something, you?, me?
You should be you, and looking out of the overhang of your shelter towards.....
if it's me, well I'm looking out....too...and might just as easily retreat into the undefined ethos that inspiration springs from. If we stay, and stare, then a pulse....pulses.....blood surge......action!

Parlez de l'un de vos fantasmes préférés. Lâchez-vous !:
On an island, off Mexico, with Ginger.
The wind is blowing, probably going to be a squall soon. She is wearing a beautiful, many colored sarong, and the wind makes it dance around her full breasts and cool tan legs. The colors of the sunset, the flapping sarong, a sudden gust, and we are naked, burning, staring into each others eyes. We grapple with each other, and ignore gravity. She lands on top of me, pushing my arms out, scaping desparate angel wing circles in the sand. We dig a huge hole in the beach with our straining legs, the rhythm of the waves beginning in the depths of our desires, and playing their way through our bodies and out onto the beach, each set of waves more powerful than the set before. We breath as one, in and out, I pulling from deep within her, she emptying me. The wind now skips over the edges of the sand fortress we have writhed into. A light mist tickles my back, and I grind into Ginger like a salmon fighting upstream. She clings to me so tightly as to become one with my swollen cock. Sweat, and cool rain, the heat between us, musk heavy. She pulls me into her, laughing, sighing together, and forces me that much closer to leaving my body and becoming hers. Over and over we chase the rhythms from slow introductory phrases to crashing rapid crescendos, as our beach bowl slowly fills with rain. We roll in the little waves, still eminating the bigger waves from every fingerip, every pore, every muscle...aching needing, finding, needing, aching, needing, finding. Every inch of my body has touched every each of hers. She has touched me, held me squeezed me, licked me, bit me, pushed me, pulled me, drilled me.
We are a half foot deep in water now, the sand has been formed to slope us into ourselves. My every inch is screaming for her to pull the trigger, her touch is so strong, I know she too is inside out. The rain is beating a double time beat on the inner most crevices of my ass. Ginger is at my ear, pleading, begging, demanding. I am blinded by sweat, wet, and desire, and my every cell is screaming primordal commands. I can hold back no longer, and as she moans in my ear, every ounce of energy leaves my body. There is a base drum rhythm as time stops and starts, stops and starts...I am leaving...I am coming....
a huge wave breaks over the walls that have held us. The sea, the cool cool sea, shivers my already convulsing body, as we gasp, and moan and cry, holding on for dear nearness. There is nothing, sweet nothing....tight, safe, close, nothing....and then a tickle, and tingle... a wiggle. mmmmmm. a tongue in my ear....
"you bastard..." her low musky voice..."what am I supposed to wear now?"

Quel est l'endroit qui vous fait fantasmer pour une rencontre sexuelle ?:
Un cinéma

Quels types d'activités sexuelles vous excitent?:
Bander les yeux, Donner le sexe oral, Masturbation mutuelle, giving LONG oral sex, teasing

Avez-vous déjà fantasmé sur une célébrité ? Qui ? Qu'est-ce qui vous excitait ?:
watch this one too

Avez-vous déjà fait du cybersexe  ?:
Pas encore, mais je veux vraiment essayer.

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