I don't want perfect. Perfect isn't a thing. It doesn't feel real or reachable, or even fun at a point. Sure, it's fun to pretend a little. I can't be this obviously horny in real life, but why not have a scenario that feels real, but something just beyond the grasp of what we have? If that sounds like a time to you, let's chat.

I'm stuck, you're stuck. In a 9-5 that maybe does enough to get by, maybe even enjoy, but doesn't stir the deepest desires we all feel. It doesn't let us indulge those carnal needs that bounce in our brains, claw at whatever control we impart to keep ourselves smiling, working, surviving.

So you're "normal". You have a cellphone, you pay the bills, you're trapped too. You're old enough to have shopped at Costco and know when the samples come out. Maybe you have to go to the gym, maybe you dread it. You're not a model, but I don't want you to be. Maybe you get the odd wandering eye or thought from someone like me, someone who wishes they could stop thinking and surviving and just do it.

You want that, like I do. To be desired that strongly, to have me want you so badly I don't pretend any more. To brazenly ogle your body, feel you up the moment I'm at the door, drilling you bent against the side of your minivan or against the kitchen counter or to feel that thrill when I rip your tank top open and just fucking feast on your chest, reveling and indulging in your body in every way I can think of until we're both completely spent.

So let's break that routine. Take an afternoon away from work, from life, from whatever you're trapped in for me to absolutely ravish you, indulge every sordid fantasy you inspire as you absently fill the cart at the grocery store. If you need that like I do, let's have some fun.