I'm a feminine girl with tattoos on soft cafe au lait skin, green/brown eyes and curly brown hair. Sophisticated,worldly and drippin g with the kind of sexuality that only a mistress can have. Wants to pair up with a male counterpart (or 2) and go to events at Kinky Salon, and loves to jack him off while we watch a porn being filmed at the Armory. Of course, life isnt all about sex, there's also the sheer joy of connecting with a per on the same wavelength, and feeling the velocity of life's discoveries increase exponentially.

My Ideal Person Ideal guys are the ones who are (still) inquisitive- not just about sex, but about everything. He's eager to share things he's learned along the way sexual, random or trivial alike. He wants to team up and create the best environment for great sex pragmatically, emotionally, and even anatomically. He's curious to dispel conventional wisdom about gender and sexuality, not to make a statement about anything, but rather to enjoy every sensual experience free of hang up, guilt or manipulation.

Quick comment on the relative uselessness of calling someone straight, bi or gay, blah, blah. Fuck labels.

My ideal person is preferably pansexual and open to anything, while not being to passive.

He believes that if you're fucking with the same moves you did in high school - there's something wrong. He understands that the best sex doesn't require marital/emotional/religious bonds but does need ample use of the "golden rule"(e.g. Don't be an ass).

He's reached the point in life where he recognizes
that a low maintenance yet attentive, mildly geeky, definitely freaky/pervert who's totally transparent chick who loves to enthusiastically and repeatedly lavish mouth, lips and throat to service to her lover's cock - is truly rare.

One thing good sex does need is repeated physical contact to establish/maintain a sense of familiarity and being totally at ease. I'm gonna wanna fuck a few times a week, sometimes a quickie or maybe a drug fueled sex marathon that leaves you sore for days. God, I really enjoy getting home on a weekend, getting naked and fucking nonstop without leaving the house for 48 hours.

That being said -finding a genuine fwb/partner in crime/wingman reaps exponential rewards in terms of reducing headgames and other assorted bullshit.

Am I being too cerebral? Over thinking things, am I?
Perhaps those who label me as over-analytical just don't think enough.
Disclaimer:
While physical chemistry is always a factor - (hot people out there, no offense) - frankly, hot people are a dime a dozen, right? I've learned that once you've had a critical mass of sexual experience you want to optimize for the best sex possible. You're gonna need more than a 6 pack and an 9 inch cock to accomplish that - (not that there's anything wrong with that, of course).

If you've made it this far and aren't scared off - Drop me a line. I'm sure we'll have something to talk about, and hopefully soon after, do much more than that.