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| I am recently single. I am primarily dominant. I seek women in the North of England for flirting, sex, bdsm activities and relationships.
Hypnosis, restraints and spanking excite me enormously. Causing and seeing arousal, forcing or denying the expression of arousal, both really get me going.
Communication, honesty, consent and good manners are very important to me. I can't exactly give references, but I should be deeply surprised if this is not evident after conversation.
I am smart and creative. Myers-Briggs typology defines me as ENTP. Enneagram places me as type 9. Astrology is hokum, but Sagittarius just happens to describe me well.
If you are on my favourites list, it's because I'm thinking of messaging you, though perhaps not immediately.
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I am currently massively reconfiguring my body. I have lost four stones since Christmas, and more changes are afoot.
When I have determined that I am ready, then will new pictures emerge. |
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LOVE FANTASY
I was in your arms' safekeeping held
Our selves beside the other, gladly feeling
Your smoothness glowed and lovely scent I smelled
No negation needed we to say
Where silence was as good for us as shouting
To timeless thrill express, or speak away
A simple, harmonic motion moved between us
Unexamined and unanalyzing
Was almost captured by "electric fuzz"
Our time was more than memory recalls
Too perfect to contain the hours fading
And now your smile to mere knowledge falls
Breif-encountered love, we could have dwelled
In lives imagination nourished and then felled.
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MY LAST BIRTHDAY
I sit in my chair,
My favourite, wide arm-chair,
And in my hand a glass,
A spicy beverage - good brandy,
My friends about,
A new taste on my lips, sweet girl,
The memory of dance fresh in my feet and my fingertips,
Upon my tongue, the memory:
"Sic transit gloria mundi."
The mundane is smashed,
Upon she who sat upon my lap,
who was not he who all night serving, mixed,
The brandy with the people.
Who was not she who in the coat-room, kissing,
With slow and delighted movements, blissful,
Reminded me of all other kisses,
Of they who came, and went
For the sake of my merriment.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
Yes, I really was called upon for a speech, and "sic transit gloria mundi" really was all I could think to say. Well, two people laughed, and one of them may have meant it!
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COMMENTARY ON AN OLD POEM
She follows the path of the Baron,
I that of a certain Marquis,
It is such a pain,
To play that old game,
Of the aristocracy:
Some say that I have the knack,
Of leaving a mark on the back;
She'll not sit down,
But nor will she frown,
Farewell, odaxelagniac.
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AN OLD POEM
What reason says confine to just one night,
Your bites and purrs keep in my mind alight.
Of the greater good, I urge, let go;
Perhaps, at my command, it could be so.
I need, and with great fixity of aim,
I stumble somewhere wonderful,
At an inauspicious time you pulled me, blunderful,
Between your limbs, admiring first your frame.
As departing, kissing, to your snuffles,
By the cold and near-dawn muffled,
You spoke a little, growled, and stroked my hair,
Is not life's point the passion that was there?
Awake at last, my heart is pulling me
To speak, and grasp again your sweet company,
Your loveliness ignites in me a drive,
Which prudence, sense and fear does paralyze.
Yet, once released, 'tis Reason takes the slack,
And with nostalgia, love and loss looks back.
The dogged nose, with hunters' eyes must track,
To seek what once I found by simple act.
And yet its gaze already passes over,
While reason seeks to hold, the heart's a rover,
Three days of heartbreak broken, now forgot,
So why after a boon I curse my lot?
Perhaps because the taste reveals the nature -
All natural and lovely was the caper.
But person-soft and loving-thoughtful too,
And what I want is more and more of you.
Even as the feeling bleeds away,
The thought - alas that night had turned to day,
And in the sunlight sense dispelled the senses,
Yet memory's too weak for recompenses.
Are we not perfect, you with beer brewing?
I admire your odaxelagnic lust!
And "Mr. --" you asked. "What are you doing?"
The taste I found, all rich and sweet, like must.
A long held crush? Rejection I had feared -
From the only girl I know who likes my beard!
The marks I left upon you stayed in me,
You said that it might hurt - I disbelieved.
For friendship quit this romance, you surmise,
Since what is safe, love may well jeapordise.
Yet mere friendship, all surfaces, I forsake,
For any odds your depths again to take.
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