I'm David: 6' 200, dark brown unruly hair, hazel eyes. I'm 56, but before you knee-jerk reject that as too old I just want to say I was born the same year as Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and Keanu Reeves; I may not have their genes or their stylists, but I'll bet I could whip all of them at Scrabble. Think of Robert Downey Jr.'s slightly older, smarter, and less substance-dependent brother and you are in the ballpark. I'm a college professor by trade: film, art, culture, language (my degrees are in theatre/film and linguistics but my intellectual interests are all over the map), though I've taught elementary school in Korea and middle school in China as a break from snotty 18 year olds and I'm thinking about maybe going to work for a NGO somewhere I'm needed next year: develop some curriculum and teach poor children to read the DANGER MINEFIELD signs, smuggle antibiotics, try and convince myself I'm making some sort of difference in this world, something. I'm wicked smart, funny, hyper-articulate, overeducated, cultured - all the things you'd expect from someone in my profession, and I love to banter with someone who at least tries to keep up. I do think it is possible to be too rich or too thin, but that it isn't possible to read or think too much. I'm scared of spiders and sharks, but not snakes or rats; bears and clowns I evaluate on a case-by-case basis. I grew up surfing the beaches of SoCal, but I finally escaped the gravity well of Hellay about 25 years or so ago and I've bounced a lot of places since. Everyone usually thinks I'm from the East Coast for some reason, though in the States I've only lived on the West Coast. Sexually speaking I usually find myself in a dominant role, though I don't actually need that to have a good time. I have a very very dirty mind and mouth, and I like to push the envelope with a person who is up for that. If I sound like someone you want to discuss this further with, send me an email and we'll take it from there.
david
An idea of how my mind works, play-wise. Of course it doesn't get really dirty until the second part......
It seemed harmless at the time - after all, it wasn't the first time I used the soft restraints attached to my headboard on you. Honestly, you'd been fascinated by them from the first time you saw them - the only reason you didn't ask me to use them the first time we had sex was because you didnt want me to think you were a slut. The first time I slipped them on you and you found yourself naked, hands above you with your legs spread, helpless and open to my gaze and hands and body your pussy began to gush before i even touched you, and you blushed when i laughed and pointed it out to you. And oh my god how you had cum that first time in the restraints, the waves that tore through your body as my tongue worked your clit, my hands exploring your legs and belly and breasts and neck. And then how good my cock had felt afterwards, how sexy and dirty and slutty you felt tied up under me, feeling my weight on you as i fucked you, thrusting my very hard cock into that soaking wet cunt, my breath in your ear whispering those things to you as my cock touched that deep spot in you that had been itching.... And afterwards I untied you, and we cuddled and napped and then played some more, finally falling asleep, both of us satiated and exhausted...
So when i ask, after a nice lunch and some very charming conversation and maybe one hit too many of the fine weed i had, if you wanted me to use the restraints again, you nodded yes, maybe a little eagerly. When I told you to stand up and undress in that manly tone i sometimes used on you, you did, feeling that warm glow in your belly again. As i attached the soft velcro cuffs around your wrists and then your ankles, you felt your pussy start to get wet again - what is it about this that turns you on so much? "Lift your head a little bit", I say, and before you know it theres a soft sleep mask covering your eyes. "What?..." you start to say before you hear my voice in your ear, my lips right next you: "sometimes when you deprive one sense the others over-compensate. okay?" You feel your nipples stiffen from the husky sound of my voice, the warmth of my breath inside your ear, and you gasp out a soft "yes". And that's how you found yourself naked, bound at the wrists and ankles on my bed, not able to see, completly helpless and exposed to the world.
At first things had been like before - soft kisses, gentle touches, teasing licks and bites down your body. The time i spent on your legs was particularly wonderful; my hands touching the soft skin, the feel of my lips on your inner thighs, teasing you. And then my mouth on your pussy, my tongue parting the lips in a long stroke down and deep in to you, then further down to lick the sensitive ring of your ass, then all the way back up to your clit. You surrendered yourself to my mouth as you had those times before; my talented mouth working its magic on your pussy. The way i seemed to know when and where and how hard to lick, the way i anticipated you and what you wanted. The way i took you so close, where you can feel the wave building and then id change what i was doing, let you back down again. Then bring you even closer, then back down, then close, then not until you ached, until every nerve ending in your body screamed with pleasure, you aware of every touch, your entiire body one huge quivering pussy needing to cum.... But this time, instead of finally letting that wave crash over you, crash again and again and again in those wonderful endless moments of ecstasy you feel me pull away at the last moment, leaving you aching. "Oh yes fuck me" you moan, thinking that was what i was about to do, to finish undressing and plunge my cock into that dripping pussy, fuck you and fuck you and fuck you the way you wanted to be fucked right now. Instead you feel my lips on yours for a second, tasting and smelling your musky juices on my face, and then my voice in your ear: "I'll be back"....
email me if want to know what happens next......
david
An idea of how my mind works, play-wise. Of course it doesn't get really dirty until the second part......
It seemed harmless at the time - after all, it wasn't the first time I used the soft restraints attached to my headboard on you. Honestly, you'd been fascinated by them from the first time you saw them - the only reason you didn't ask me to use them the first time we had sex was because you didnt want me to think you were a slut. The first time I slipped them on you and you found yourself naked, hands above you with your legs spread, helpless and open to my gaze and hands and body your pussy began to gush before i even touched you, and you blushed when i laughed and pointed it out to you. And oh my god how you had cum that first time in the restraints, the waves that tore through your body as my tongue worked your clit, my hands exploring your legs and belly and breasts and neck. And then how good my cock had felt afterwards, how sexy and dirty and slutty you felt tied up under me, feeling my weight on you as i fucked you, thrusting my very hard cock into that soaking wet cunt, my breath in your ear whispering those things to you as my cock touched that deep spot in you that had been itching.... And afterwards I untied you, and we cuddled and napped and then played some more, finally falling asleep, both of us satiated and exhausted...
So when i ask, after a nice lunch and some very charming conversation and maybe one hit too many of the fine weed i had, if you wanted me to use the restraints again, you nodded yes, maybe a little eagerly. When I told you to stand up and undress in that manly tone i sometimes used on you, you did, feeling that warm glow in your belly again. As i attached the soft velcro cuffs around your wrists and then your ankles, you felt your pussy start to get wet again - what is it about this that turns you on so much? "Lift your head a little bit", I say, and before you know it theres a soft sleep mask covering your eyes. "What?..." you start to say before you hear my voice in your ear, my lips right next you: "sometimes when you deprive one sense the others over-compensate. okay?" You feel your nipples stiffen from the husky sound of my voice, the warmth of my breath inside your ear, and you gasp out a soft "yes". And that's how you found yourself naked, bound at the wrists and ankles on my bed, not able to see, completly helpless and exposed to the world.
At first things had been like before - soft kisses, gentle touches, teasing licks and bites down your body. The time i spent on your legs was particularly wonderful; my hands touching the soft skin, the feel of my lips on your inner thighs, teasing you. And then my mouth on your pussy, my tongue parting the lips in a long stroke down and deep in to you, then further down to lick the sensitive ring of your ass, then all the way back up to your clit. You surrendered yourself to my mouth as you had those times before; my talented mouth working its magic on your pussy. The way i seemed to know when and where and how hard to lick, the way i anticipated you and what you wanted. The way i took you so close, where you can feel the wave building and then id change what i was doing, let you back down again. Then bring you even closer, then back down, then close, then not until you ached, until every nerve ending in your body screamed with pleasure, you aware of every touch, your entiire body one huge quivering pussy needing to cum.... But this time, instead of finally letting that wave crash over you, crash again and again and again in those wonderful endless moments of ecstasy you feel me pull away at the last moment, leaving you aching. "Oh yes fuck me" you moan, thinking that was what i was about to do, to finish undressing and plunge my cock into that dripping pussy, fuck you and fuck you and fuck you the way you wanted to be fucked right now. Instead you feel my lips on yours for a second, tasting and smelling your musky juices on my face, and then my voice in your ear: "I'll be back"....
email me if want to know what happens next......
