"There is not any memory with less satisfaction in it than the memory of some temptation we resisted"

OK…so I tried! I really thought it would be easy. I attempted to stay away, but was unable to escape the addictive sexual tendrils of Adult FriendFinder. As Al Pacino said in Godfather III, “Just when I thought that I was out, they pull me back in.” So here I am, back again, seeking that ever elusive woman who wants a man who can offer her the attention she desires, but may not be receiving. A woman who enjoys being pleased, instead of always having to do the pleasing. I am weak. I admit it. So take advantage of me before I get the strength to quit Adult FriendFinder, give up sex, and find a more sedate use for my tongue, such as starting a stamp collection.

My Ideal Person: I have a great sense of humor, enjoy life and love to laugh. I'm seeking a woman who needs to get away from the pressures of everyday life for a few hours and enjoy some passion and excitement...or at least some laughs, bad jokes and some intense skin on skin body friction.

What are your favorite musicians or bands?:
Imelda May, Marcia Ball, Jimmy Buffett, Four Tops

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
We are in a hotel room. There is a single candle flickering
on the table. I am looking into your eyes. Your hand slowly
moves down and begins to fondle my huge swelling bulge.
I begin to sweat. You pull my shirt up and kiss my chest. I
unbutton your blouse. My hands are trembling.



I listen to your soft moaning as I slowly begin to remove
your blouse. You throw your head back in pleasure as the
cool silk of your blouse slides over your skin. You rub me
faster. My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally
rips a hole in your blouse. I tell you that I am sorry. You
tell me that it is ok, that the blouse was not expensive.
I tell you that I will pay for it. You tell me not to worry.



With your blouse now off, I see you are wearing a black lacy
bra. Your soft breasts rise and fall as you breathe harder
and harder. I fumble with the clasp on your bra. I think that
it is stuck. I ask you for scissors. You take my hand and kiss
it softly as you reach behind and undo the clasp. The bra
slides off your body. The cool air caresses your breasts
and stiffens your nipples. I ask how you did that as I pick
up your bra and inspect the clasp. You tell me to forget about
it as you arch your back and tell me that you want to feel my
tongue all over. I drop your bra and begin licking, you know,
your breasts thinking that this was pretty neat.



As you run your fingers through my hair and nibble my ear
I suddenly sneeze, covering your breasts with spit. You
jump up as I tell you I am sorry. You wipe the spit off your
breasts with the remains of your blouse. I take the soaking
wet blouse from you and drop it on the floor.



You pull my pants down and begin stroking my hard tool. Yeeeeeeeee!
Your hands are cold! As you pull up your skirt you tell me
to remove your panties. I take them off and begin to lick
you, my tongue going around and around, in and out. Hey!
Wait a minute! You ask me what is wrong. I have a pubic hair
caught in my throat. I am choking. You ask me if I am all right
as I have a coughing fit. As I am turning all red I run to the
bathroom, coughing and choking. I drink a glass of water,
which makes me feel much better.



You tell me to hurry back. I tell you I will be right there,
as soon as I rinse out the glass. You urge me to hurry. I am
drying the glass now. On my way back to you I stub my toe in
the dark and fall to the floor in pain. You join me on the floor
telling me how bad you want me. I romantically reply “ditto”.



You get on your knees and bend over the bed telling me to give
it to you. I tell you that I have to pee as I get up and head back
to the bathroom. As I finish and reach for the flush handle
I hear you calling me back to the bed. As I blindly feel my
way in the darkness back to you my hands touch your warm smooth
ass. You moan approvingly.



I ask you if you want me to put my, you know, man thing into
your, you know, woman thing. You yell at me to do it now, yes
baby, do it now. You move against me, rubbing back and forth
shouting to put it in and screw you now. Uh…oh! I am having
a little trouble here. You ask me what I mean. I tell you that
I am limp. Everything has gone floppy.



You get angry and tell me to forget it as you stuff your bra
in your purse and put on your torn soggy blouse. As I reach
for you in an effort to stop you, I knock over the candle.
The carpet and drapes begin to burn. You walk out of the room.

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Just get naked and improvise.

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
I want Rachael Ray. We won't want to rush the sex, so
we can take our time and enjoy knowing that following it,
together we can prepare dinner in 30-Minutes or less!

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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