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First - yes that's my picture, and no, it's not a fighter jet.
Second - the ground rules.
Rule 1 - I'm married. You have to be married too.
Rule 2 - Be real.
Rule 3 - Young can be sexy, immature is not. Enough said. Enough said
The details -> 6'2", fit, dark hair, dark eyes, very successful in a profession I can't mention here. I'm the man your parents warned you about. The woman I want is brilliance and beauty, class and style and wild creativity, but the woman I need is intensity - eyes locked across a crowded room and you just know. Your knees go weak, your heart pounds and you have to lick your lips because they're suddenly dry. You know what's going to happen before a word gets spoken, and you know it's going to happen very soon. Giving all you have, taking all I am, becoming everything you truly are - an intimate secret that no-one can guess. You'll be aching with desire the day before and aching everywhere the day after. I live for the thrill of forbidden exploration, that instant of surrender, that heartbeat when your soul is stripped and you're mine, all mine. Are you the one I want? Then you want it, crave it rough and raw and now, right now. Are you the one I need? Then you need to live life hard, make the fantasy reality, take the challenge, make it happen. Are you the one? Then you know you're going to obsess me to possess you, only you, forever you. And if you're not that woman, thanks for reading and good luck. If you think you are, show me. Lick your lips first though. They're dry.
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