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about me

My wife and I have an open relationship. She goes out and I go out. We're both honest to each other and love one another. I'm not looking for a replacement. I am, however, looking for a friend with benefits (FWB) companionship in areas that my wife and I don't have in common. Someone to keep company with from time to time with mutual interests. So, I (aka "nature boy") love being in nature, hiking or walking in the woods, camping, being naked (when possible) and making love outdoors. I'm a professional artist, I love to cook and enjoy a wide variety of foods. I am one of those "sweet guys" that aims to please and treats you as an equal. I believe I'm fairly intelligent, a gentleman, liberal minded and have great friends. Pub crawling, volleyball, movies, films, festivals, staying in, having philosophical conversations, just talking, or having a backyard campfire...all good. I am a little geeky, but not very geeky (my wife rolls her eyes often at me). Physically, I connect well to the "forest" sensuality...strong, primal, passionate. Protector, lover, companion.

about my fling

I'm looking for someone who is a down-to-earth natural girl, maybe a little mystical, like a sweet dryad/wood nymph-type who wants to lure me into the woods to satisfy their desires and mine. Such as... Walking through the woods on a path, a beautiful nymph - a creature of stunning beauty - peeks at me from behind a large tree. She smiles, laughs, and silently beckons me to follow as she runs off into the woods. I pursue. Between the trees she dodges, her voluptuous body twisting with the grace of a cat. Over fallen trees I leap, hair flowing wild, muscles taut. As she runs around a large rock, I make my move and leap atop the boulder to stand above her with the sun at my back. She cowers at first below me, then she stands tall, breasts heaving from excitement and the hunt, eyes piercing me with a gaze that makes me wonder, "Who was the prey?" I jump down to face her. I marvel at the curves of her body. Slowly I reach out to cup her neck just above the shoulder. She stiffens slightly, then she relaxes, her head rolls to the side exposing more of her neck to me. I move my fingers into her hair as I place my other hand in the middle of her chest and step to be behind her. Lightly I trace the curves of her body, cup her bare breasts, and slide my hands down her belly to lightly touch the wetness between her thighs. A soft sigh of pleasure escapes her lips. I want to keep writing but there appears to be a limit. Can you help me finish the story?