I'm a retired scientist looking to befriend, online, a beautiful, young woman. I'd like to get to know you and the thoughts that drive you wild. I can then embellish them with stories and vignettes for you. Come to me and cum to me when you need material to which to masturbate.

Kinks include: everything gentle femdom, making you smile and getting you off.

Limits; incest, underage, scat, gore, death, meanness.

Also happy to provide an ear to hear about your everyday life. I'm a good listener. I offer Dad advice and Dad jokes.

SFW: retired. Woodworking, motorcycling, baking breads and pizza. Many other minor interests.

Sample:

Mmmm. The feel of your skin on my beard. The touch of your belly on my nose and lips. The smell of your skin, soap, perfume, and your rising lust is intoxicating. I extend just the tiniest tip of my tongue and slowly separate the warm wet folds. I explore each one gently tasting the pearl of your musk that hides there.

You sigh. I run my the tip of my tongue across the base of your clit. Just once. Ever so lightly. It swells as if to reach out for more but I dance away. the flat of my tongue runs down to your tunnel. I probe the muscles guarding your entrance and fight for access. The tip of my tongue pops in. You groan.

Again, I dance away. Now you feel my tip explore your perineum, that little bit of skin that separates me from your rosebud. I, gently, and with the utmost reverence, kiss your rosebud. It puckers and I let it draw my tongue in for just a moment as you arch.

Now I dance back to your tunnel. My tongue stiffens and plunders your depths. I can just feel your g-spot with my tip. You buck and arch again. You run your fingernails through my hair and then grab my ears. I am nothing but a dildo for you now. You masturbate yourself with my lips and tongue dragging me back to your clit. I latch on to it and suck. You mewl and cry out. You arch and buck and hold me tight. You spasm your orgasm against my lips. You hold me tight against your belly until your quivering subsides. You sigh and relax. You pull me in to your folds again and with one final sigh of relief you gift me with your post-orgasmic pee marking me as yours.