It might be a moment of lingering eye contact. A subtle touch of your arm. A compliment that sticks in your mind longer than it should. Easy enough to suppress that feeling in deference to your marriage, right?

These events and feelings slowly compound and attach like the first drops of rain in a storm— before it becomes clear. It’s not just an attraction, more than a flirtation. You find yourself indulging the realization that you want this to get physical, and that it will.

What is that feeling like when you first recognize it? Fast forward from the flutter in your chest and the warmth in your face after the flirting grows more bold. It’s hard to even remember the chain of events that led us here—

But now we’re all limbs and rocking furniture—wet, warmth, power, strength, surrender. Things that are soft are squeezed, sucked, and teased. Things that are hard are engulfed, swallowed, consumed.

This sex is just the most potent type in the world, it releases an entire marriage worth of tension and stress. Screaming , desperate, explosive fucking that would absolutely devastate your husband if he found out. The sound of your body and the things coming from your mouth will stay with us forever. You find yourself doing things you would never do with him, and you only want to do without him.

Let’s talk and see if there’s a connection, maybe those first few drops of rain. I’m open to chatting online and meetups if the vibes are good. If you haven’t crossed the line with anyone yet, I want to talk about how you’ve come to this place searching.

Inevitably this leads to feelings, connection, longing. I want that too. I want to ride the intensity of this thing into a place where we could even experience love, in all its complications and impossibilities given our circumstances.

Me: 6’2, 240lbs. Half white, half Latino. I have broad shoulders and a thick but muscular build. I lift weights 5 days a week, run, and do yoga. Salt and pepper hair, short beard, thick lips, olive skin. Yes, I am married.

Kinks: Big tits, real or fake, are fun but not essential. I also love deepthroating—The type where it’s never mentioned until you reveal it at an opportune moment. Obviously cheating, secrecy, betrayal. Humor is also extremely hot