The lifestyle to me is not a sport, it’s an experience. I do not care about numbers or notches and I’m not in this to prove anything to myself or anyone else. To put it plainly, I am here to add to what is already a fulfilling existence. I enjoy giving pleasure every bit as much as receiving it and giving a lady an unbelievable experience is more than enough to satisfy me. What must be understood first and foremost, is I am in all ways and at all times respectful. Respectful of women, respectful of couple’s relationships and respectful of the boundaries set. This is fantasy land, a place where you can forget whatever dogs you, bothers you, just bores you to tears or brings you back to life’s sometimes monotonous drone. I get that and it’s the same for me. So who am I? I am the passionate one, the one who absorbs and revels in the moment, makes you think you are the only per in the world, the attentive, the unselfish, the unabashedly appreciative of the feminine form… Yes, I love women and I love pleasuring them even more. I will treat her as if she were mine, respect her as if she birthed me and make love to her like she is the center of my universe. Again, it should be an experience not a rugby match. But don't worry, I do have more than one gear and I enjoy a contact sport from time to time! Does that mean the man in your life does not matter? It most certainly does not. If everyone is not comfortable, and I mean everyone, neither am I. I’m perfectly content with meeting new people and exploring a possible connection. If that does not happen, there will be no hard feelings. Ever. More than what is usually the expectation here, I would rather meet good people and have nothing come of it than to meet a hundred miscreants and have an orgiastically good time…. (Yep, I made that word up and it’s probably not completely true. Maybe a few miscreants are ok!) What it does mean is he can expect me to be a gentleman in the old school sense of the word and respect his lady as he would. And no, I do not want to steal your wife/girlfriend/mistress/secretary/playmate, I just want to make sure she has a great time. I have no issues with a threesome, those who like to watch or… Well, there are so many variations I could go on for a while. Let’s just say I was the one in kindergarten class who always played well others! So if that hasn’t sent you scurrying off to the block button and the next profile or put you to sleep, by all means, drop me a line. If you’re still awake you can continue reading until you get to the little story I wrote at the bottom. There is also a little bit about me from what was here before and if you read ALL of it you are an avid reader or a glutton for punishment. This is a swinger’s site you know. Don’t you have better things to be doing right now?? I also love to learn new things, anything. I have a thirst for knowledge that has been there since I can remember. I love to try new things and be spontaneous…. I’ll try almost anything once. Now if this raises any questions, hold your s. (See Additional Comments Section) I'm a clown by nature so I love to laugh, make others laugh, and have a good time. I don’t judge what you do or feel that you should agree with what I do, think, or feel. But be advised: I am known for possessing a sharp, sarcastic and sometimes sardonic wit (Also known as Smart Ass Syndrome) that may rub people the wrong way at times if you don’t know me. Relax, I’m not that bad, and I've gotten along with just about everyone that I have ever met. I treat people the way that I want to be treated…. With RESPECT. I’ll never wittingly make someone feel bad or try to upset them. I’m really a perfect angel… OK, maybe not an angel, more like a saint… alright a.... Fine! But I can be good when I want too… Usually… No, I really am a very nice per…. REALLY !

My Ideal Person Someone with the same thirst for adventure that I have. Uninhibited and daring. I love the smell, the taste, the softness that is the female form. I'm looking for someone that takes care of themselves inside and out and lives life to the fullest. I'm always on the lookout for a good dance partner, one that can dance the night away with me..... Well at least part of the night. Can't waste the entire night dancing now can we?? (Insert evil laugh and grin here). On to the story....
The thoughts of you, of our last encounter, I carry with me… lingering like the sweet taste of honey on my lips.  I long for the day when I again will have you in my arms to do with as I will, to feel myself melt into you and you into me.  The yearning is strong; it haunts me, teases me and compels me to satiate my hunger.  It grows from smoldering embers to a raging inferno within me until I can hardly contain it.  Then it gradually wanes until the next time.

 

The memory of our first meeting lives in my mind as powerful as it ever.  The exhilaration I felt when you asked me to come over, the anticipation I felt as I made my way to you the anxiousness I felt as I nervously waited for you to open the door…  It serves as eternal fuel for the fires which burn within.  All of my worries quickly faded as you opened the door.  You were a vision, a vision I have carried with me from that day and each day after.  Your hair slightly mussed, your tank top and panties clinging to your exquisitely toned feminine form.  It was late and you had a long taxing day, yet the desire to meet me compelled you extend an invitation.

 

I follow you up the stairs to your living room taking the time to savor each moment, to take in every sultry step you take.  I stop myself from counting my blessings long enough to tell you what I'll have to drink and then I'm off again.  You hand me my drink and I sit on the sofa across from you and we talk, feeling one another out, each gauging the other's interest I suppose.  I am a bit nervous, I'll admit now but as we talked, without even noticing, the nervousness faded away.  You ask me to come and sit beside me and I am all too eager to comply.  I would usually handle this situation differently, with a bit more poise but your beauty disarmed me from the start and I was caught unawares.  

 

I would normally try to regain my composure but this night, this moment, I don't feel I need to, I don't feel that I should, and I'm not sure that I could even if I wanted to.  I notice that you are shivering and I ask you if you are cold.  You deny it but I instinctively put my arm around you and pull you close.  Your closeness unleashes the deep, animalistic desires within, the desires I have been struggling to hold at bay.  I want to throw you down and ravish you, to consume the raw sexuality you exude from your every movement, every word, to drink in your essence.  We have both been in denial from the time our eyes met, usually daring to look one another in the eyes only for fleeting moments, afraid of what the other might see.

 

Then it happens. As I hold you close to me, your warmth pushing me to greater heights of lust…  I turn toward you and our eyes lock.  The torrent of desire that has been crashing at the walls of my restraint come crashing through and all of my inhibitions are washed away in the flood.  I don't care about rejection; I don't care if I seem to lose my composure…  I can't hold back the fire that has been slowly consuming me, dominating my every thought, driving me towards my basest desires.  The urge to kiss you overwhelms my and I don't attempt to fight it.  I turn you toward me and pull you closer, your scent is sweet, light and intoxicating.  As our lips meet my mind is a blur with feelings I can't describe and I no longer think about what to do, I simply act.  The softness of your lips only furthers my need and I allow myself to become something less, something more, ethereal.  

I need you in a way that words cannot express.  It goes far beyond the merely the physical, to something deeper, locked within the farthest reaches of my mind; a place that most are afraid to allow access to.  Once unleashed, the emotion flows freely and rages until its reserves are exhausted, leaving you spent, yet satisfied beyond comprehension.  I long to feel your silky skin on mine, to feel your heat and to savor the taste of your sweetness on my lips.  I need to feel you beneayou on top of me, I long to be inside you… the storm inside begs for release.  I pull your tank top over your head and I pause for a moment as I realize just how magnificent your body truly is.  My hunger drives me as I kiss you again… our tongues dance around one another as softly at first, then harder, urgently searching for something neither us are aware of.   

 

The feel of your soft skin on my lips, the electricity I feel each time we touch, your taste on my tongue only makes me want even more.  As I lay you down my kisses take me to your neck where I pause… I could spend eternity here with you, touching you, kissing you.  Your breathing, the tension I feel when I touch you, urges me forward, restlessly searching for more.  My hands explore every inch of your body and I trail kisses down , down, until I reach your breast.

 

I circle your nipples with my tongue, first one, then the other, cupping them in my hands, caressing them, kissing them. I run my tongue between your breasts, up your chest, your neck, up to your chin. I pause again to look into your eyes, and you open them to see my gaze. I take your lower lip into my mouth and gently suck, as a newborn would suckle at a breast. My mind is a haze as you run your hands up my back to my neck and urge me closer. We embrace in a passionate kiss, our tongues circling each other, intertwined. It feels as if we melt into each other, mind and body as my hands caress your back.  

 

I kiss your chin and your neck as I move down your luscious body down to your chest, down to your gorgeous breasts. I kiss them softly savoring the taste of your skin. I cup one in my hand and circle the areola with my tongue and then take your erect nipple into my mouth. I suck your nipple slowly, as I swirl my tongue around it, I can feel your body tense, calling me, yearning for my touch

 

I slowly slide my hands down your sides and slide your panties down without ever taking my attention away from you breast. I begin to move down and another moan escapes you as I kiss and lap at your body as if it were the sweetest honey. You know what I want, it's in my eyes, you can feel it, and not one word need be said. You slowly raise your hips and I slide you pants and panties over your hips, then your legs, never taking your eyes from mine. I take a moment to drink in your body, your face, your breasts, your luscious legs.

 

I'm unable to think of anything, I'm motivated only by the primal desire that I cannot resist, the desire to touch you, to caress you, to feel your body on mine. I lean closer to you and slide my hands up your thighs and you skin is as soft a baby's and I place kisses on your stomach and make my way down. I lick you below your navel and slide down lower.  The scent of your blossoming womanhood is intoxicating and as I move closer you let out a long, throaty moan. I run my tongue down your pelvis to your inner thigh and you shift your leg allowing me access to you. I cover your inner thigh with kisses and begin to lick you sensuously, slowly, you feel as if you are going to explode. I suck on your soft flesh and caress your breasts with my hands and your body begins to tense as I inch ever so closely to your sweetness.

 

I lick you at the crease of your thigh and you let out a gasp, you grasp my head and rub my ears. I slowly move over, letting my chin lightly graze your wetness and you raise your hips to meet my waiting lips. I move down your thigh and I trail my tongue down followed by sweet kisses. I want you so badly, I long to be inside you but I want you to have an experience that will endure for a lifetime, I want you to feel pleasure beyond anything you have experienced before. I run my hands along your thigh down to your lovely feet and I kiss your ankles.

 

They taste of your skin is sweet and I crave your flavor, I need it, not a thought is involved. It is as if my purpose for living is defined by these precious moments. Your breath has deepened as I move up your calf, laying kisses as I reach your thigh. I reach your inner thigh and the strokes of my tongue become longer, bolder, and more deliberate.  I move up and take you into my mouth and begin to suckle at your inner thigh. Your moaning has become louder and you hold my head, urging me toward the growing wetness. I had resisted before but now I am ready to give in to the thing we both desire. As I move toward your womanhood slowly, I savor your taste and scent and you gasp deeply and your grip becomes firmer.

 

My tongue strokes are slow and deliberate, I want you to feel my every movement, each time I lap at your wetness you let out a moan. My hands find your breasts, your silky skin is smooth and hot to the touch. I tease your erect nipples and lightly brush their tips, you slide your hands up my arms and caress them, and you call my name in your low breathy voice.  The sounds that you make are driving me wild, your low, sexy, moans and high pitched squeals. You begin to writhe, restless, bursting with anticipation as I reach the center of your being.

 

You let out another gasp, and your grip on my head tightens as my teasing continues to push you closer to the brink of an eruption of your soul, your very being. I focus my attention, tickling, teasing, and circling your clit with my tongue. You raise your hips trying to come closer to my waiting mouth. It cannot be close enough for you, your mind begins to whirl, and your body has become a lightning rod of sexual energy. My touch sends waves of pleasure through every fiber of your body and I can feel each tremor. The thought is intoxicating; everything that you do turns me on even more, your breathing, the sounds that you make, your taste, your touch. Your reactions are pushing me forward, exciting me, my movements become more urgent; I want you to scream in ecstasy. I take you into my mouth and as I suck, and flick and swirl my tongue.

 

The feeling is pushing you over the edge, your breathing quickens and there is a tickling sensation and warmth that begins at the center of your being. You fight to control yourself, your emotions but you can't. I won't allow it. My strokes become more desperate more intense as I sense that your ultimate pleasure is at hand. I can feel it in your body and see it in your face and you the sounds you make betray you.

 

It begins at a point and it spreads through your body like a wildfire. You want to fight the building storm inside you but you must give in, the fire consuming you, and it is as if a raging river of sensations and ecstasy explode forth and wash over your body from head to toe, warm and soothing, cradling you and shielding you from the world outside. Only you and I exist, we are one, happy and content.

 

You smile at me, breathless, trying to absorb the moment and the sensations that are slowly loosening their hold on your entire body. Again our lips meet and the embrace is warmer, even more passionate than before. My hands as if driven by base instinct explore your body and caress your soft hair. I am addicted to your taste and the taste of you on my lips seems to once again ignite a fire of lust within you. I lift you up from the sofa and turn you around with your back toward me.

 

You place your hands on the back of the sofa and look over your shoulder unsure of what I have in store. I flash a devilish smile and slowly unbutton my shirt, and lean forward to kiss you. I trail kisses from your lips to your cheek, then your neck and you moan approvingly. I brush your hair aside exposing your delicate neck and I slide my warm hands along its sides and down your back. I kiss every spot down to the small of your back, then your butt.

 

Only one thought dominates, how badly I want you, I know I could never get enough of you. I slip my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You reach back and rub the outline in my jeans. You can feel your body beginning to warm, as you feel it beginning to grow. I let out a moan and press my body against you harder. Each time the sensation ripples through my body, your touch sends chills down my spine and you can feel the goose bumps rise on my arms.  You whisper in my ear that you want me inside you and turn around to unbuckle my belt. Our eyes are locked as I slide my pants down my waist past my hips, finally we can feel each other completely with no barriers between us. I cup your beautiful breasts in my hands and I slowly trail my tongue up your back and I feel goose bumps rise as my manhood presses against your wet opening.

 

Gently I push forward and I feel you shudder as I reach your center, driving me beyond the point of restraint. My movements are slow and deliberate; I want to drive you wild. You can feel every inch of me as I enter you slowly, filling you and I can feel you gripping me and my mind and body seems as if it's on fire. Our ecstasy is now one as I slip into you fully. You let out a low moan and I do the same as we revel in the sensations that envelop our bodies.

 

I begin to move slowly, taking my time, I want you to feel each stroke, pausing each time I withdraw and slowly sliding in my full length. I keep my body close to yours, you can feel my skin on yours, sliding back and forth. Every movement causes you to shiver and send electric sensations throughout your body.

 

Your body has become a live wire; sensations triggered by your womanhood start at your center and swiftly wash over you like waves on the sands of a secluded beach. The waves are warm and soothing and you welcome their coming. My movements and the waves are synchronous, the ebb and flow of pleasure pushes you higher and higher. My every touch excites you. It is a moment that you have waited for and the anticipation that has built over time is transformed into flashes of pure pleasure. Your sounds excite me even more and in turn my thrusts come rapidly. I can sense your building ecstasy; feel the warmth of your body growing and it urges me forward. I slide my hands around your waist and pull you closer as I continue my thrusts. The waves come faster and travel further now as you can feel them overwhelming you.

 

Your breaths become shorter and shallower as if you are trying to save your breaths for the impending flood. It slowly moves up your body until it engulfs you. You exhale and as you do, all of the building pleasure flows from you. It is dizzying, uncontrollable, and indescribable. It lasts longer than before, it seems like forever that you are caught in this whirlwind and your entire body trembles as the waters begin to recede. I stop moving, allowing myself to feel you. I kiss your shoulders and neck. I nibble your chin and kiss your lips as you slowly return from that serene place and we smile because we know this is only the beginning…