Grown woman’s musings about sex, love, and life written for men,
I write for men, love and dream about lazy, hedonistic, humoristic, genius, preferably over-paid men who have their demons but are in control of them (if only just). (Over paid? I don’t care how much it is, a jobless man is over paid, isn’t he? The point being not stressed.)
I am not married, childfree, soon 50, not exactly looking but also not not looking, philosophically polyandrist CIS-gendered heterosexual woman. (I mean heterosexual in the sense that I do not have secret sexual fantasies about other women and would not confess, when drunk, that I’d rather be with a woman anyway, but in the actual sexually turned on by male physique only -kinda way. Shocker, I know. In my 20’s I thought that’d make me boring but I’d have to live with that fact. Ha! Now I think I’m in the rare minority. But I digress.)
So yes, I write about sex and life and love and… Uh. Second Life. I love the place, sorry, not sorry. Join me, it’s fun. There’ll be boobs and short skirts and wanking off to pixels, it’s great for those who don’t take themselves too seriously.
I escort if you pay me enough, promise. Otherwise, you’ll need to actually charm me. Or perhaps you’ll do both, hey?
Join me if
- You’re invited, and I’ve explained the meaning of this blog to you personally. OR
- You’re a polyandrist man who is not too married for this. OR
- You think you might have a True Emotion Mirror (Twin Flame) connection to me.
Else if,
- Otherwise, you better be vice police doing your job.