I am interested in a RELATIONSHIP(s) ( loosely) where we can communicate via text, phone occasionally, email and maybe Skype to have some fun.
I don't expect you to leave your significant other or even your other playmates and whisk me away. I do appreciate attention and I will give YOU attention if it is right.
I have some unusual pastimes, and a wicked sense of humor.
I WANT to know my partners and enjoy their personalities, not just their cocks.
If that scares you- don't bother with me.
Pics NOT necessary to play , and if you don't know what I look like- I can look any way you want me to. That being said , nothing about a beautiful athletic male body with a big cock turns me off - if you enjoy performing .
I don't want a one time thing. I do tend to get attached, if I find you worthy
If I go to chat , I'm looking to connect, not jump right in.
my time is extremely limited for anything other than messaging (not because Im so fucking important, that is just the way it is)
Thanks for your time,
Djinn "I'm not here to just fuck" 92
May 18, 2021
I'm not really active here. Just dropping in now and then to see if there is a life sign of you. :)
September 3, 2020
Just to mention it. She is such a sexy one.
August 19, 2019
seems you are still around too...
April 17, 2017
He stood back and stared at her, wearing her smart looking skirt and heels. She slipped off her jacket exposing bare arms--he couldn't help but notice the smooth silky look of her skin and the bored look on her face, as if she was not aware of how striking she actually was. He noted her curves and he wanted nothing more than to see them...with less clothing. No...not seeing. He wanted to experience them, he wanted to taste them, drown in them. She caught it...but only for a second. A wide-eyed hungry look quickly diverted upon the realization that he was being watched...possibly studied as well. She smiled at him in a friendly way, but the smile was more for herself than him. She liked how she felt under his barely hidden scrutiny. She liked the look in his eyes. She liked how he shifted from one foot to the other. She liked the subtle way he tried to conceal his arousal. She shifted in her seat and allowed the slit in her skirt to expose just a little more of her thigh and watched him suppress a gasp. He searched the room for a distraction, anything. Anything to help him maintain composure, maintain...manners. There was nothing. His eyes returned to her...she was smiling in a more focused way, and he saw one finger, beckoning him to come closer...
August 4, 2016
Is there a V.I.P. lounge? Fuck! which way??