You’re at a dinner party, in a signature figure-hugging evening gown. It’s in your favourite colour. A glass of wine in hand, surrounded by polite conversation that feels suffocating. Your husband (or boyfriend / partner) is just a few feet away.

Across the room, our eyes meet. I’m in a regular tux, with a glass of whiskey in my hand. Neat.

It’s not the first time our eyes have engaged like this. As a literary journalist, you’ve had to cover my writings multiple times. Apart from reviewing all my published works, you’ve also had the pleasure of reading some very private letters I’ve written.

You’ve hidden them where no one else would find them, and now, here I am in the flesh.

As you excuse yourself from the table, I follow after a short gap. In the quiet corner of the garden, the tension is unbearable.

I lean in close, our faces inches apart. I whisper, “Say the word, and I’m gone. But if you don’t…”

What happens next?

I like telling stories, and I’ve found that the most intimate tales are the ones shared between two minds daring to imagine together.

Words can be my playground: whether intimate, teasing, or nakedly raw.

I want to unwrap layers, merge ideas, and push boundaries with someone who finds beauty in depth and fun in the sensuous.

I manage a creative life (that doesn’t pay!) with a professional life that I love. A techie by day, a poet by night, I adore wit as much as honesty. Whether you’re looking to flirt with innuendo (yes, please), explore intricate fantasies, or undress the more complex sides of intimacy, I’ll meet you there, word-ready.

If you’re intrigued, tell me: what’s the colour of the dress you’re wearing in the story based on my description.