If you don't like to write (or read) messages that are tomes of meandering thoughts and explorations of ideas ranging from intensity to frivolity, please just hit back. No worries, honestly, I get it.

But I seek. I seek that partner who wishes to share stories and thoughts, imaginings and longings, passions and laughter like a true pen pal might. In letters.

I want that lovely moment of reading a page of text, filled with words that creep inside me and make me think. Sentences that make me giggle aloud and sentences that make me hard with desire. I want to bite my lip and have to start over again and again because it is so worth enjoying. I want too much to respond to and curiosity to lead down all the wonderful paths. I want open communication and kindness. I want lack of judgment and questions that seek to understand not condemn.

I want to write my soul. I want to pour open my heart and let it seep into the page. I want to tell you about want and whimsy. I want to share the stories of my past and what I've learned from them. I want to wax poetic about dreams and desires. I want to build trust enough to weave short erotic notes of need and urgency that focus on singular sensations indulged. I want every message to leave an echo like the strewn sheets of satisfaction and the memory of the bodies pressed together in making them such. I want to know who you are inside, I want to know what you masturbate to and what frustrations hold you back from your wonder. I want to explore each dark cavern of history and paint every empty canvas with what could be.

I want to do this organically, and not in a world or as someone I am not, or who you are not. Be real. be wonder. Be your amazing self. And I want to be honest about myself. I'm well traveled, full of interests, carrying the baggage of my 44 years with my head held high, and full of stories both tawdry and temperate. I'm prone to romanticism of small moments and intensity of desire. I'm want to fill a screen with words and send them off to the ether with a smile on my face. I'm longing for someone who appreciates the same.

Pen pals. yes. That is what I want. Pen pals indeed.

What words do you wish to share? what dreams fill your stay-at-home moments? What desires are within your belly? What do you want out of your days?

I look forward to it, so very forward to it.