Curiosity is my compass, leading me through sun-drenched cities during the day and moonlit city jungles during the night. And life seems at times a restless pursuit of understanding, of connection and of adventure.

At 47, you may say that I am a still a young soul, but a soul seasoned by life's adventures and misadventures. A wandering soul for which the boundaries between being a curious explorer and a playful and kinky artist of sorts, seem to regularly blend rather effortlessly. The ancient whispers of the stories from the past hold me spellbound, while the white canvas of the future seems to whisper a myriad of possibilities into my ear. And throughout that trip between the past and the future, it is my old DSLR that often attempts to capture the fleeting beauty of existence, a love letter to the world's hidden narratives.

My trips and travels aren't mere checklists, but quests for connection with people, with places, with moments. It is often through the lens, and occasionally just my eyes, that I record those stories of laughter, of sadness, of kisses and hugs, of a good spanking on a most deserving ass. That moment when I kissed someone for the first time, when we cuddled together, in each other's arms while closing our eyes hoping for time to stop. Or the still rich, but distant memories of that very moment, on the very first date, when she ended up tied up and bound, with the fading marks of my teeth over her skin, all around her nipples and beyond ... her eyes begging for more. Trips and memories, memories from trips. What a journey it has been! Someone was inspired to say at some point: your imagination is the limit ... and this is so true!

So, this is me, a complex soul with a rich past and an open future. An open-minded seeker of thrills and adventures, an explorer with a playful mind and lots of kinks to shamefully hide most of the time.

And since I will be in Manhattan tomorrow ... I had to write this post and shout! Anybody out there for an adventure daytime?