Many things in this world - if done correctly - qualify as art. Sex is one of them.

From the sharp intake of breath as I nibble on your earlobe, neck or breast, to you cumming at the tip of my tongue. To all of the delightful things you want to do to me, to the slow sliding in and out until we both need it to go faster, to enthusiastic sweat inducing orgasms caused by our riding each other to exhaustion and bliss. Then afterglow relaxed naked cuddling moments where we ponder the future, and what kind of additions we might make to the art that is being made... whether it be toys, exploring backdoors, including others into our play, thinking about interesting locations for the future, going out for food, or whether this moment is just a respite before we make more art...

I am 60, but your age is not a factor. All I ask is that you are HWP (as am I), and do not smoke, and have a spirit that is committed to finding the joy that we might share together, whether that be one time, or many, many, many times.