34 years of temptation, pressure, bad decisions, and beautiful chaos. Somehow, I still came out dangerous.
Indiana born and raised. Yes, the accent stays.
Bisexual. I don’t chase labels, I chase tension. Energy. The kind of connection that lingers under your skin long after the conversation ends.
Books. Mountains. Late nights. Slow touches. Sharp words. I like people who can hold a conversation and eye contact at the same time.
A switch by nature, but control means nothing without trust.
If you’re hateful, close-minded, underage, or allergic to authenticity, there’s the door.
You didn’t stumble in here by accident. You found someone who lives in the grey areas people are too scared to admit they crave. Someone who knows how to be soft and ruinous all at once.
This is tension wrapped in honesty. Desire mixed with vulnerability. A place for confessions, obsession, power, longing, identity, and all the things people pretend they don’t think about at 2am.
Read slowly.
You might leave wanting more than you meant to. 💋
