Who I’m dying to meet
One extraordinary woman, 40–55, who feels the exact same electric pull I do and understands that some fires only burn hotter when they’re hidden in absolute darkness.
You’re:
- Married or single; doesn’t matter, as long as you’re capable of total, airtight discretion
- Local to Middle Tennessee (Franklin, Brentwood, Nashville, Cool Springs, or within 30 quiet minutes)
- Curvy, soft, responsive, with lips that beg to be suckled for hours and breasts that heave when you’re breathless
- Patient enough to endure slow, ruthless worship and greedy enough to sob when you’re denied my manhood until I decide you’ve earned it
- Addicted to the kind of deep, sloppy, spit-drenched kissing that leaves chins glistening and sheets ruined
- Craving slow, bare, relentless thrusting that ends with you flooded and trembling, followed by long, skin-fused cuddling where every aftershock is milked by gentle rolls of hips and soft bites
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Able to meet weekday afternoons in cash-paid hotel suites, then vanish like we never existed
If you’ve ever locked your car in the Kroger parking lot and felt your thighs clench at the thought of a silver-haired stranger who will hold you so tight you forget your own name, while his wife sits home oblivious…
Send me the words
“I keep secrets too”
and tell me what your lips taste like right now.
I’ll handle everything else.
She will never know.
No one will ever know.
Except us, every single time we disappear into that room. 💦
