As a mature man I am very experienced and would be a good teacher to any woman who is just discovering, or has not yet fully experienced the sensual side.of her life. I am not into pain of any kind, either physical or emotional. As a poet and an engineer, well that may seem a contradiction but I believe that all life can be a form of poetry, even sex....... especially sex. Poetry is more than words on paper and I am a 'performance poet' No one has complained ever about my performance ............the poetry is quite good too. If you have dreams I can help you to make them come true, if you need excitement I can excite in ways that may be new to you. I believe in foreplay, inbetweenplay and afterplay, accompanied by poetry, poetry of the body, poetry of words and the poetry that stays in your mind for ever. I am interested in the arts and in travelling. I dislike convention and intolerance. I am intelligent, well spoken and companiable but I might be biased, try me out and make your own mind up, you might be pleasantly surprised.

My Ideal Person I am looking for a woman who is excited by words and ideas, You might be just starting to experience those desires that come to us all and would want to learn from someone who is more experienced, you might be more mature but might never have experienced the pleasures of a truly sensual relationshi.

I think that black/brown and white go together very well, you need both colours on a chess board, both colours on a piano key board... I would however also consider others, if you are the one, you will know. Any (legal) age and any shape- large (I call it comfortable) or petite.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
Starting a new temporary job in an office (I’m more used to construction sites) and just about to pack up after my first day at work, when the door to the managers office opens and she crosses over to my desk. I start to rise, out of politeness.
“Do sit down, I won’t keep you long, I just wanted to find out how you were getting on, during your first day with us.”
“Well, I found it a little tiring and quite a change after my previous work, I’ve still not got used to the idea of being in an office all day. As you already know, I’m more used to working outside.”
I had seen her, when I was interviewed for the position, of course and at the start of the day when she had given me some schedules to check apart from that this was really the first time I had a chance to talk to her. She was a black woman, in her 30s or early 40s I guess, and rather voluptuous;
“How did you get on with sorting all those schedules?” She asked.
“All done”
“Good I’ll go through them with you tomorrow, and, since it’s now past 5.30 can drop the formalities and use our first names?“
“Yes that’s quite alright, can I get you a chair.”
“No, I’m on my way home in a couple of minutes,” She replies as she perched herself on the edge of my desk.”

As she continues talking, I can hardly believe my eyes; I have a worm’s eye view right up her skirt. Warm brown thighs, brief, white panties that reveal almost as much as they conceal. I am enjoying the view and am now in no hurry to join the rush hour crowds on the Underground. She is seemingly unaware of the direction of my gaze.

The conversation is virtually one sided, my contribution being an occasional mumbled, “Yes.” As her feet swing, well clear of the carpeted floor one of her shoes slips off. Me, playing the part of a gentleman, bends down to retrieve it. As she stretches out her leg for me to help her on with her shoe I found I am getting an even better and closer view of her secret delights. Mmmmmmm and what a view it is, her panties have ridden right up inside her pussy, As I start to slip on her shoe I can feel her warmth and I can breath in her aroma, an aroma of tropical fruits, musk, frangipani, a heady tropical mixture far different from the smells of the city outside. A mixture redolent of warmth and moonlit nights, palm trees and ocean spray.

Now, noticing the direction of my gaze for the first time, she quickly comes to a decision and reaches out her hand and placing it behind my head, applying such a gentle pressure that it would need my wholehearted complicity to go in the direction she desired. I am compliant, what man wouldn’t be, faced with such delightful prospect, unless, of course, he were a saint. I drop the shoe, which I still hold and reach out both hands to grasp her bottom and pull my chair forwards till my head is between her knees. I kiss her there and then behind her knees in that delicate crease, I kiss the inside of her thighs, each one and then all the way to the top. Both her legs are over my shoulders now; she slides forward to the edge of the desk. I kiss the part of her pussy that is not covered by her panties and feel her shudder, that is a shudder of passion, With some slight difficulty, I slip her panties off, past my head and somewhere over my back. Where I do not care and I hear the other shoe join the first. Her panties are no longer an obstruction and before me is her unadorned pussy.

I plunge my tongue into that sweet crevasse, I feel the juiciness, taste the sweetness, explore every fold, going in deeper and deeper, then coming out to the shallows and circling her outer lips, and circling deeper and still circling. I find that small hard place, and as it starts to grow I take it between my lips and squeeze it slightly. I feel it grow even harder. My tongue approaches and silently requests a dance. First a stately waltz, gentle and soothing, then a lively quickstep, then the intense excitement and rhythms of Latin America, samba, tango and cha cha cha. Each increase in tempo bringing her closer to that summit of all the sweet sensations she has ever felt. She lies back across the desk, her arms flailing, her body writhing, and moaning, moaning, moaning. Her fist pressed in her mouth to stop herself from screaming out loud as with one almighty shudder she comes, filling my mouth with her juices, her flailing arms sending all my carefully stacked papers flying across the floor.

After our composure reaches some semblance of normality, she standsup and starts to adjust her dress, looking around for her discarded panties and not finding them, she hold out her hand, raises her eyebrows and looks enquiringly at me.
“Oh no, I’m keeping these as a souvenir,” I say
“My panties, right now, if you please.”
Shamefacedly I hand the garment back to her
“Right,” She continues as she hoists her skirt as though to slip on her panties but her stern look dissolves into girlish giggles as she once again thrusts her pussy into my face.
With laughter in her voice she continues
“Now get lickin’ baby and maybe, just maybe I’ll return the compliment!”

What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
My desk at work, A bed, mine or yours

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Role Playing, Threesomes, Mutual Masturbation, Participating in Erotic Photography, Voyeurism

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
My lover will be my celebrity and she will be a participant in those scenarios described... and perhaps many more besides

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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