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I'm:Jeff, 52
From:San Ysidro, California, United States
Languages:English, German
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Kids:Yes, we sometimes live together
Education:Current college student
Star sign:Aries
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Body type:Average
Height:5 ft 9 in (175 cm)
Hair length:Medium
Hair color:Other
Eye color:Brown
About Me
When I touch you I want you to feel touched, when I kiss you, I want you to feel kissed. When I bring you to orgasm I want you to be moved. Think of the smile that leaves you with a tingle, the kiss that lingers into the night and the warm summer rain. I am a romantic but I am also a man that understands contrast and paradox. Dark canvas allows the painted sun to be radiant and carnal need is masked by rational thought. I am equally comfortable in the darkness or in the light. Both hold clues to who I am and what I seek. I can be the canvas or the painter, I can appreciate the romantic shadows and the ambiance of candles, or the way they will make your back arch and your head rock back as the wax cools against your flesh. I can appreciate long slow hot deep kisses that linger with the taste of wine and long slow passionate nights that usher the sunrise, and I love the sound you make when I ride you, your hair as reins in my hands as I drive you to orgasm. I can unmask your desire or illuminate your darkness.
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2 years ago
The twins, Pleasure and Pain cannot walk alone. Just as the day turns to night and the night to day, the existence of one defines the other. That un-firm line, that soft silhouette of dawn that brings closure to the night, when did it form? Where did it begin? The torn fabric of humanity, our longing, our need, that tenuous vacuum of unfulfilled desire and quest for wholeness, this is the jagged edge that defines us, entraps us and sets us free. Just as the dawn sets closure over the night and darkness binds the day, we are captive to our imaginations our fears and our regrets. It is only when we open our hands and let go, that we can find freedom in our thoughts and in our hearts. The lash, the nettle, the sting of death, these are the things that make life precious. These are the things that make pleasure sweet. When we embrace both twins with equal fervor we can truly live and mend the fabric of our soul.
3 years ago

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