The study / home office.

Silk slip dress

Intercourse

Demanding little bitch

Don't really have a celebrity crush and brag value wouldn't be that high in my circle anyway. So, fail to see the value prop of cheating on the partner with a famous person.

Bacon. Like savoury > sweet
And boobs balloon (just a little) after having some

I like...

Working out, and having cheat days.
Learning - we're always learning.
Nice things, functional things.
Work travels, and holidays.
Walks in parks and places.
Regular non-erotic books.
Breakfast. Brunches.
Music. Podcasts.
Living life.
Loving life.
Sex.

Interesting one. My partner buying my lingerie feels almost... like he has to put extra effort into getting me to 'put in more effort' into our relationship - which shouldn't be the case in the first place. What works is him giving me the means and the encouragement to get a little something, then appreciating the heck out of it when I wear it for us.

I'll also admit to feeling a little pressured / weirded out if he's doing the lingerie shopping on his own.

Back in the day, dick - to me - was validation. There was a point where I strongly felt I could not live without dick - when all I craved for was validation. I'd like to think I'm less pathetic these days and can - if push comes to shove - live without dick if it ever comes to that. Choose dick; don't crave it. ;)

Always appreciated character, courage, and conviction - in sexual matters and beyond.

Love serving and worshipping a freshly washed dick.

I used to think I did. But on reflection, I don't think I could've been my full, transparent, and vulnerable self with them. And if I didn't fully love myself when I was with them, I don't think I could have fully loved them either.

No, the past could never hold a flame to the present.

It would make me cum very hard, and would also make me die a little bit inside. But that's what the most potent fantasies/curiosities are made of.

Bit of a masochistic one - from time to time, I fantasise about the humiliation of having my partner fuck a more gorgeous, intelligent, potentially younger girl (and enjoy it very much) but continue to retain me as the old hand. If that day ever comes, it will be the ultimate test of my devotion to him. And if not, I can continue to consider myself very lucky while just getting very hot at the thought.

Until my lips are dismissed.

I still ask, even if I already know the answer. It's just my unimaginative way of initiating. And it causes me a bit of embarrassment, which we like.

When someone genuinely wills the good of the other - often realised in restraint/inaction rather than action.

How to put up a temporary facade

I like getting lightly humiliated, e.g. getting told how much my body is wanting this while ostensibly having obligatory sex. I like getting told I'm not going anywhere, especially whilst restrained. The kind of chat that grounds me in the moment.

Solid/stringy lingerie in black
Lacey lingerie in white/red/purple

Yes... but they're more pictures/clips of the partner's dick inside of me. Takes some clever angling and back-arching to get those to look good - the bulk of the fucking would've probably looked messier and less flattering, but you only need the one picture to bring it all back to yous!

While I don't always succeed and it's challenging to be so all the time, think I'd like to be remembered for being:

Bold (and Sincere)

I'd ask why they weren't having sex for the longest time in the first place, assuming this was a monogamous relationship. Cheating happens because people get out of sync and have somehow avoided the hard work of being honest with themselves or each other.

I'm lucky I can just be - ambitious, vulnerable, aggressive, compliant, curious, cautious, naked, dressed - and he seems to just want it. But tactically, I'll smile and run hands/fingertips down his back/front to let him know I'm wanting it - or if we're somewhere more private, just lightly cup his dick and balls.

An interesting character flaw

Yes - la petite mort is very sexy. The fragility... his undoing... if I'd caused it, it almost makes me feel like I'm Picasso. Paint me, baby.

Fondle, fondle, kiss, kiss - we're basic like that.

Only when stars align and I feel very strongly that day about having a good cry and slobber choking on his fat cock like the unworthy little cum-whore I am. Not an everyday thing, but once you go there... it feels almost pretentious to fuck like a normal person again.

The lazy answer when I'm horny or when things are fresh is - just give it to me, every fucking minute.
But with a bit more thought and nuance - well, let's have enough to give us the dopamine and connection we need, but not so much it sullies our ability to pursue other fulfillments in life. Could look like twice daily when on vacation, but just twice a week in a busy work week.