u/Defiant_Ranger_8348

Ikea. I love the rooms, the setups. Walking from one to another to a third. Imagining them as mine, ours. Being in them. 

Usually, Ikea is busy, of course. But not during the morning or afternoons. Even the weeknights in the South Philly Ikea are pretty desolate. 

Here's where you come in. We meet. Either right in the beginning in the couch area, or in the cafe. Talk. You give our pre-agreed upon cue that you want this. We start walking together. Exploring the rooms. As we explore the rooms, my hands explore your body. Maybe innocent at first. My hand on the small of your back, our bodies brushing together as we examine a living room setup. 

As we make our way through the deserted rooms, I become more and more handsy with you. We sit on a couch, our bodies, legs touching. My hand finds its way onto your thigh, gripping, moving higher. The tiny house setups- "imagine all this in 450 sq feet!"- offer perfect cover in the bathroom as my hands finally make their way up shirt. 

The shower has a curtain; maybe we should get behind it? I whisper in your ear that I want to feel how wet you are, how you are aching for me. 

I'm white, fit (not ripped, and not tall) with all my hair and lots of tattoos. DDF, discreet and careful.
Shall we?

I wanna eat you like I’ve been starving for days.

Let me smother myself in you. Face buried so deep in your pussy I forget how to breathe. I want it raw- you, raw; musky, messy, unfiltered.

Fresh out the gym? Out the office? Out the shower or not at all? I’ll lick every inch and thank you for the privilege.

Unshaved? Perfect. I want that grown-woman jungle. I want my face soaked. My nose buried. My tongue lost in you. And do not just lay there; sit on my face, grind on it, take what you need. Turn me into your personal toy. Use me until I’m gasping and begging for more. I am simply yours.

Pussy, ass, thighs, tits, all of it. I’m here to worship. To devour. To make you feel like a fucking goddess who’s long overdue for some filthy, primal attention.

Don’t care about your size, shape, or color. I care that you’re over 30, feminine, and hungry for real touch. Married? I wont tell. You bring the curves, the scent, the attitude. I’ll bring the mouth, the hands, the stamina, and the lack of self-control. I am insatiable.

I don't even need your name.

Public? I’m in. Backseat of your car, behind a store, in a dressing room. Semi-private, vaguely illegal, all-consuming. Or we can book a room and make a mess behind locked doors. Either way, I want to leave you spent & speechless.

I’m 5’6, white, fit, tattooed, and based in South Jersey. Willing to travel if you’re bringing that same feral energy.

You feel that throb between your legs right now? That’s me. Let’s fucking go.