I love women, so, so much. You were my favorite past-time until an unnerving OPSEC breach transpired months ago and I haven’t played with you since.

This prolonged abstinence, however, has left me unwell. I miss you desperately. Being within close proximity of you anywhere results in a knowing swelling. Glimpses of long hair, legs, and those cute outfits have driven me into a constate state of frustration and desperate yearning.

No one needs to be this primed in the vitamin aisle of Whole Foods. It’s embarrassing. I am properly miserable.

I have a dead bedroom; substitutes have sufficed, for a while anyway. My own hands – perfectly capable of bringing me to orgasm, but it’s not quite the same now, is it? These self-induced ones are acute, crescendoing quickly and then dissipating, much like my sanity. They don’t quell and don't satisfy.

The orgasms I am chasing are all-encompassing and suspending. You know -- the ones where the waves of pleasure start and become so intense and unrelenting that all you can do is choke out moans and gasp for air. I want these. These orgasms are the ones that can only be coaxed out by my being deep inside of you, bottoming out on your cervix. And afterwards we spoon and whisper, in deep contentment.

So here I am, against better judgement, honoring my treasonous libido's desires.

Will you play with me?

The nitty gritty:

Me:

• 47 y/o, white, 5'10, hwp
• Married with kids -- a fine, upstanding suburban fellow to all outward appearances.
• I want us to tease each other, to kiss deeply, tongue on tongue, until we are whimpering with desire.
  

You:

• 25-60 y/o
• Long hair
• Able to meet on weekdays, during normal working hours. I cannot do nights or weekends.

Reciprocal non-negotiables:

• Married
• Exceptional OPSEC.
• Willing to make me your only partner outside your marriage.

Please reach out to me. If we vibe, I’d like to meet for a hello, a drink, and some banter before proceeding.