Call me Ishmael. Some months ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no karma in my purse, but a head full of outrageous ideas, I thought I would let myself wander a little and explore the watery part of a woman's body. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul - then, I account it high time to get to licking a damp, drizzling pussy as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly (or not) take to the pussy.

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If you've made it this far, congratulations on your morbid curiosity and/or penchant for literary crimes and/or appreciation of Herman Melville's genius (apologies to his fans; I count myself as one). I promise there is a point to this. But I like to take my time, just as I like to take my time exploring, with my hands and mouth and tongue, all the sensitive regions of a woman's body, feeling the surges of her desire swell like the waves of the ocean, learning all the currents, before I reach the watery cove - where I get to work with the intensity of Ahab chasing after the white whale ((okay, maybe that analogy doesn't work so great, especially since its name was Moby D*ck (hilariously, my initial post was removed for having the unadulterated title in it) and it was a sperm whale)).

But enough with perverting literature - I am in fact looking to dive and explore, and I do it with passion, and I would like to lavish attention on you. I have no specific requirements (it's not like I'll be *flooded* with replies), but if you liked my post (or who knows, maybe even got a little wet) we'll probably get along.

I'm 36 and 5'10 and ~165 lbs, blue eyed and bearded; healthy and sane despite *gestures broadly*. And you can learn and see more from my post history.