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Profile
- Gender
- Man
- Looking For
- Woman
- Country
- United Kingdom
- Location
- Gwynedd, Porthmadog
- Marital Status
- Divorced
- Height
- 5 ft 10 in / 179-180 cm
- Body Type
- A little extra padding
- Race
- Caucasian
- Religion
- Ask Me
- Profession
- Medical (Nursing/Physician)
About Me
Multiple? Mayhap. You tell me.
Y'all know where I'm at: gaspingmoaningachingincendiaryloving. All that's missing is the company I'm waiting.Scroll down to 'fantasies' and let me know if it does anything for you.Update: I'm very interested, and want to meet. But gee, mail would be a good start. Let me know if what's below interests you.
We've arranged to meet at a bar. When I walk in, you're already there. I walk up behind you, and recite ee cummings' 'may I feel said he', my breath on your neck, gently curling and uncurling your hair around my fingers. We have a few drinks, and the talk grows ever intimate. We leave. Waiting for the taxi, we kiss, soft at first, lips grazing, and you can feel me hard through our clothes. We go to yours. The music is Damien Rice or Jeff Buckley heady and sensual. We dance and sway and kiss and undress some and fall to the floor and undress some more. I turn you onto your front and run my fingertips the length of your body, mixing in kissing and nibbling and sucking. Holding your hips, I guide you onto your hands and knees, your arse in the air, and I start to kiss your cunt, my tongue exploring, my lips sucking. I lie with my face under between your thighs, and you lower your cunt so it is barely an inch from my mouth. I lick and suck and tease at your lips and your clit, your wetness on my face, my hands reaching up to cup and squeeze your breasts, your nipples sliding and pinching into the V of my fingers. I bring a hand down to your cunt, still tongueing your clit, and slide a finger, then two, then three into you, working up speed and depth. We decide to fuck, and you slide down my body, your cunt leaving a trail down my chest and stomach, and then I'm inside you. You lean down and we kiss hard, teeth knocking. So we fuck hard, then tender, hard, tender, til birdsong.
Y'all know where I'm at: gaspingmoaningachingincendiaryloving. All that's missing is the company I'm waiting.Scroll down to 'fantasies' and let me know if it does anything for you.Update: I'm very interested, and want to meet. But gee, mail would be a good start. Let me know if what's below interests you.
We've arranged to meet at a bar. When I walk in, you're already there. I walk up behind you, and recite ee cummings' 'may I feel said he', my breath on your neck, gently curling and uncurling your hair around my fingers. We have a few drinks, and the talk grows ever intimate. We leave. Waiting for the taxi, we kiss, soft at first, lips grazing, and you can feel me hard through our clothes. We go to yours. The music is Damien Rice or Jeff Buckley heady and sensual. We dance and sway and kiss and undress some and fall to the floor and undress some more. I turn you onto your front and run my fingertips the length of your body, mixing in kissing and nibbling and sucking. Holding your hips, I guide you onto your hands and knees, your arse in the air, and I start to kiss your cunt, my tongue exploring, my lips sucking. I lie with my face under between your thighs, and you lower your cunt so it is barely an inch from my mouth. I lick and suck and tease at your lips and your clit, your wetness on my face, my hands reaching up to cup and squeeze your breasts, your nipples sliding and pinching into the V of my fingers. I bring a hand down to your cunt, still tongueing your clit, and slide a finger, then two, then three into you, working up speed and depth. We decide to fuck, and you slide down my body, your cunt leaving a trail down my chest and stomach, and then I'm inside you. You lean down and we kiss hard, teeth knocking. So we fuck hard, then tender, hard, tender, til birdsong.
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