Old soul, in my 30s, trapped in a minx married woman's body. All photos posted are mine.
I'm a sucker for actually feeling anything, from your gaze on my neck to the taste of a maraschino cherry, a glass of absinthe, and the goosebumps on my skin from a song that wakes some kind of fire in me. I love to paint, but even more my unfinished canvas...I'd love to pose for someone, though.
I'm merely fantasizing about something I cannot indulge in. I love tall, big men, someone actually able to put up with me, to manhandle me without thinking he owns me. I belong to no one.
If you're obsessive, possessive, and crave my full attention, then make yourself at home. Tell me what you'll do to me, no matter how explicit it may be. Tell me how you'll take my hand and press it against your thighs while attending the opera. Whisper in my ear how you'd want me to ride you in the front seat of your car, gazing at the city view. Dance with me, sing with me, devour me. Tell me how you desire nothing more than my nails on your back, my mouth on your body.
It's either that or nothing at all. Keep in mind I'm not here for nudes. Don't want yours, and if you get mine, don't think too highly of yourself. Play your cards well and you may get a chance.
Devilishly yours,
