I'm 45 gynosexual but when I get really horny I start also being attracted to feminine men. If you're horny and into long term talking about anything, I am fucking obsessed with cock, sucking, stroking, watching you jerk off, feeling it sliding inside me. I have a strong cum fetish, I love watching a nice hard cock cumming all over me, in my mouth, my face, anywhere you want. If you like to get really naughty, want to play and talk dirty, I would love to cum with you.

I would love to find a long term RP partner. I am into so many kinks and stories you'll never get bored. I enjoy power play, and I am a switch so I can be your dom and your sub. I can really get into some aggress CNC, cum play, toys, and anything you could suggest. The kinkier the more excited ill get.

The masquerade is alive with music and glittering lights, but the moment I spot you across the room, everything else blurs. There’s something about the way you move, your eyes locking with mine from behind that mask, that makes me forget why I'm even here. It feels dangerous, but I’m drawn to you, and I can’t help myself—I have to get closer. When I finally do, our bodies nearly touch, and I swear I can feel the heat between us, even without a single real touch yet.

We slip away from the ballroom to a balcony where the air is cooler, but it does nothing to douse the fire building between us. My hand brushes over your arm, and you don’t pull away, your gaze steady on mine. There’s a thrill in not knowing exactly who you are, and the way your breath catches when I lean in only makes me want more. I can’t resist the urge to bring my lips near your neck, the closeness enough to make my heart pound.

It’s just us, the night sky, and this energy that’s too strong to ignore. I press my hand to your back, pulling you just a bit closer, feeling the tension thicken between us. “Should we see where this goes?” I whisper, my lips almost brushing yours. The masks are still on, but in this moment, I don’t care who you are—I just know I want more.