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.

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, preference for long hair

**Reciprocal non-negotiables** – Please be married (like me) or at least attached. Exceptional OPSEC. Able to meet on workdays, during normal working hours. I cannot do nights or weekends. Willing to make me your only partner outside your marriage.

**We will have to get a day-use hotel or use AirBnBs**

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