Sensual, affectionate, loving, intelligent. I'm looking for a loving woman with a strong sex drive. Sex with a great human connection is better than just sex. But if all you want is no strings attached sex, I'll happily play along.

My Ideal Person We're all sexual beings and as such want to hold and be held, satisfy and be satisfied. We want to do it in a drama-free environment.

Obviously I'm not 99 years old. But age questions suck (and so many people lie about their age.) I just choose not to respond. I am healthy, happy, and adult.

I'm a writer... Here are the first two episodes of the erotic short story 'Submission' that I wrote:

Episode One
Niki tried to remember when it all started, though until she answered the door, she had no idea that anything had started at all.
Knock, knock, KNOCK!
‘Someone’s awfully insistent’ Niki mused walking to the door.
‘Who’s there?’ was ‘who’s them?’ ... two of them, in dark uniforms and some sort of helmet head gear that completely covered their heads. Smoke-black visors concealed their faces. The taller of the two addressed his partner: ‘Niki , long blond hair, blue eyes, leggy, 5’ 10”, hmm, unicorn tattoo on the arm, ..., yup it’s her... Wanted for submittal training.’
The short stocky companion with the bull-dog demeanor stepped up and said ‘Niki, we are sequestering you for retraining, under section 2173-doubleA-section 3, subsection 21. You will accompany us immediately.’
‘The hell I will!' replied Niki as she tried to close the door. The last thing she remembered was a strong smell of...
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The first semblance of consciousness Niki remembered was the sound of tens of thousands of frogs all croaking into the night. Mating calls of course, each male calling out, ‘Come to me, Mine’s biggest, Come to me!’
The second thing she realized was that she was tied hand and foot, spread-eagle on a strange bed. Naked.
It wasn’t really cold, but her predicament, being a prisoner, combined with the cool night air shrank and hardened her nipples. She had dreamed of Van Diesel, blind folded, shackled to her bedpost, but this was a switch. She became conscious that she could feel her nipples contract. Then she realized that her sex had begun to tingle ever so slightly. Slightly, but insistently.
Through the wall, from another room in the strange house where she found herself, Niki could hear the sounds of someone walking around.

Episode Two
When one of a person’s senses is muted, the others compensate by becoming stronger. So it was for Niki, naked, blindfolded, and tied hand and foot to a strange bed.
She wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, it wasn’t cold, but she couldn’t rise from the bed, and the blindfold seemed to block out all light. A light breeze seemed to be wafting delicately into the room caressing her body ever so lightly. To her heightened hearing, the sounds of frogs all croaking in the distance seemed almost as loud as the roar of the crowd at an Elmira Pioneers Baseball Team game (not that she spent much time up in the bleachers). And she could hear every creak of the house’s floor boards as someone walked around beyond the room she was in.
Niki didn’t panic, didn’t freak out, it wasn’t her style. It must be evening she thought; since frogs begin croaking at dusk and only continue for a few hours before the deep of night. Working out that small piece of the puzzle gave Niki confidence that she could work out the rest.
She set her mind to it. But at that moment she heard the door open, and footsteps enter the room. Niki pretended she was still unconscious, but a voice said ‘Hello Sub, you can pretend all you want, but we know exactly how long those drugs last and you’ve been awake for a few minutes now, so don’t bother pretending.’
Niki did nothing that would indicated that she’d heard anything. ‘Very well then’ said the voice, ‘I suspected as much.’
Footsteps moved around the room. Niki heard the sound of a chair being drawn up and set close to the bed, and music began playing; Ravel’s Boléros. The voice sat down in the chair and then for what seemed like a few minutes... nothing.
Niki almost jumped out of her skin when the first light touch drew itself down her front from just below her neck to her navel. The sensation was as if a feather were blowing down along her body, and just barely touching her.
Then again nothing, as the music began to build slowly and languidly.
The next touch was below her waist. It might have been a knitting needle, something long and pointed. Whoever controlled it knew exactly what they were doing. There was no pain, no prodding, just the feel of something hard just barely being drawn along the skin of her inner thigh. Again Niki jumped involuntarily with the first touch.
And so it began. The feather seemed to dance here and there on her body. Sometimes on her cheek, sometimes along her side, sometimes in slow delicate circles around her breasts and ever so lovingly on her nipples. It seemed to caress and harden each small nub in the areoles that surrounded her nipples. It was extraordinary; Niki had never imagined that her nipples could become so hard, so erect, from something as light as the touch of a feather. And yet, after a few minutes they were just screaming for attention. And then, as she’d tense herself, lifted her body towards the last place the feather had touched, her body would scream to the feel of that delicate hard needle that would trace its way down an inner thigh, or up towards a nipple. Several times, after the feather had traced itself around her nipples, the needle would prick them ever so slightly and Niki began to let out small moans of pleasure.
How could this be? No one was man-handling her. Nobody was jamming some huge cock into her yoni or her mouth (not that she minded that when she fancied a man), but this was utterly out of her experience. She was being played like a violin. Someone was focused on turning her on, and without having even touched her yoni they were succeeding admirably. Niki was now shuddering to even the hint that the feather might land somewhere new or the needle would draw it’s faint line of goose bumps down a new pathway. Niki could feel the juices in her sex beginning to flow.
But then it all changed. The chair creaked and the mouth which had not said another word since ‘I suspected as much’ changed places. It began with the feeling of warm air caressing her yoni. Her sex was tantalized with the feel of both the feather running delicately along the edge of her sex’s outer lips, and long slow lungfuls of warm air blowing delicately. Niki arched her body up towards the ablutions being ministered upon her, and then shuddered again when, at the extreme reach of her arch, she felt a tongue just graze the length of her yoni.
‘OHHHH Gooooooddddddd’ moaned Niki.
The minutes seemed to draw into an eternity. Niki’s yoni began seeping that sweet elixir at each new ministration. Niki began shuddering as the tongue worked its way delicately between her nether lips. When finally the tongue found her clitoris, it was as if an electric shock had paralyzed her body and she practically levitated off the bed in response.
At that moment, two clips were placed upon her nipples. Not so they’d be damaged, not so that the pain was unbearable, but as if small teeth were just barely nipping at the tips of her breasts.
That was when Niki knew she was going to come. My God. No cock in her, no fingers up her, less was more, and the sensation of her orgasm began to build.
The tongue was now continuously lapping at her clitoris, the very tip of the tongue whipping delicately back and forth and just grazing the tip of her clitoris. Every once and a while the mouth upon her would suck upwards drawing her clitoris up and out.
Niki began to moan and to squirm. She’d arrived at that moment when she knew her orgasm was unstoppable, that it would overwhelm her. It was the moment she’d always experienced when she knew that she could relax because it would come, there was nothing she had to do to help it along, she could quiet her mind and just let the thing take her, roll over her, that she could just enjoy it. And in that moment, as her orgasm began to take hold of her, a feeling like lightning striking arced from her ass. And oh my God, lightning can strike twice. The set of anal beads that she hadn’t known were there, that she’d had no knowledge had been inserted in her when she was unconscious, were drawn out, one, by one, by one, by one.
Pop, a bead would go, and another wave of Niki’s orgasm jolted her. They came, they rolled through and over her, and with each new ball popping out of her anus, the orgasms surged higher and higher and higher, and her body heaved and thrashed, and pulled against the bonds that held her hand and foot in that strange bed. With that incredible release rolling and roiling over her, with the sense that she was a river flowing down there, Niki lost consciousness again and passed into a deep sleep.

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What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A bed, The beach, A moving vehicle (i.e. car), The middle of a park, A dark back alley, A movie theatre, A remote wilderness spot, A swimming pool or hot tub, A store dressing room, A hotel room, Anywhere

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Light Bondage, Role Playing, Threesomes, Slave/Master, Mutual Masturbation, Making Home "Movies", Voyeurism, Breast/Nipple Torture, Clamps, etc., Massage

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Sexual experience, Physical attraction, Experience in a certain role (top/bottom; master/slave), Ability to be discreet, Open to ménage à trois and/or orgies, Sexual appetite, Willingness to freely discuss and try anything, Agreeable to a commitment free sexual relationship, Creativity/Kinkiness level, A little of each

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I have cybersex quite often.

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