I love women, I love sex, I love women who love sex. Give me an erotic woman in charge of her sexuality any day.
You wake up one day and realize, you have no idea where the time has gone.
Yet... you look back upon the lovers you had, the places you've been, things you have done. Content is a good word, but not satisfied. There is always more until the day you are returned to the essential dust of the cosmos.
I live in paradise now, the product of a long hard working life, some really good luck, and the avoidance of "But for the grace of god goes I".
I live mostly these days in reading of others, fascination with others love lives, sexual preferences, life choices.
The times of your life, when it seemed almost impossible to find your way into any woman's bed, are temporary, you find out when you are 198mm, 150mm around that often it's harder finding your way out when you have succeeded into a woman's sexual clutches. Women who are pleased don't give that up easily.
Even though I am a big boy, my best tools are still my mind, my lips, my tongue, and my fingers. My joy is taking a woman to a place where she has no memory of where she is, all this... music to my ears. I am an aural voyeur.
Open to conversations about just about anything except politics and religion.
0198mm out.
