Fiddler69, 50

I am looking for something special and when I see it I will know. It smells and taste like a juicy ripe peach that compels me to tear a small hole through its smooth soft skin then start to taste gently as the sweet juices start to flow with a strong aroma that drives my mobile, long tongue deeper into the flesh, milking its juices rhythmically and slowly until its eaten out down to the seed with passion, wishing there was more to be had.

Perhaps it feels like a swedish massage in a scented candle lit room with kenny G in the background as I pour oil down your back and stroke and massage your back and spinal column from your nape onto your cervical spine to your sacral spine until I reach the tip of your coccyx bone. I will enjoy straddling you while tracing the contours of your glutealous maximus and minimus, taking my time with slow pressure, rubbing back and forth, in and out moving down your upper and inner thighs to the back of your knees then turning you on your back with the soul of your feet in my hands, upon my chest, controlling the rhythm of your pulse until you are completely submissive to my touch and whisper.

It might even feel like riding a dark stallion upon the beach top in the middle of the night under the moon light, while your hair is gently combed by the sea breeze, with your thighs spread across his strong back as you ride deep into the night.