I am looking for regular, in person, erotic experiences with men other than my husband.
When I get nervous, I start spitting facts about trees or expounding on the merits of memorizing poetry. I like to read, discuss The Erotic, go forest bathing, go to lectures, be in water. I am curious and sensitive; my primary mode is the bathetic (with a b). I have a pragmatic streak and can be very direct once I work up the courage.
Necessary elements for this to work: you have interests (certainly don’t have to be mine!) and independence in your life, which make you both interesting and able to meet up. Should we get along online, you will be eager and able to meet me for a vibe check in the next two weeks or so. I’m a bandaid-ripper-offer, I’m not looking for a pen pal and I can’t chat all day. You are super into my body, and enjoy my particular me-ness.
My body: I’m on the tall side, with curly dark blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin, big tits. Thick but not unwieldy. A mom, so you know the deal. No poker face. WASPy imperiousness. Femme but unfussy. I’ve tried various literary and art historical allusions to get at my figure: “what if Boudicca was a sexy librarian?”, Gentileschi’s nudes, smaller than a Botero. I’m excited because I came across a painting by Valadon at the PMA where I was like, that’s me!
I love sex and have a high sex drive. I grow attached to someone if I have a lot of sex with them, which mostly means I’ll be sad when things end.