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| Age/Gender: |
56 year old Man |
| Location: |
Los Angeles ,
CA United States |
| Height: |
Ask me |
| Body Type: |
Athletic |
| Hair Color: |
Salt and pepper |
| Eye Color: |
Blue |
| Race: |
Asian, Hispanic, Native American, White |
| Religion: |
Buddhist |
| Languages: |
English |
| Income: |
Ask me |
| Profession: |
Artistic |
| Status: |
Single |
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| about me |
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I am a professional in the entertainment industry. By avocation, however, I am an artist myself: a songwriter, performer, a photographer at times & an aspiring screenwriter. I'm also a dog owner, practicing Buddhist, liberal political activist, student of holistic health, art & history. Socially, I like group adventures or a deeply personal, platonic 1-on-1. I perform music, love art films, art galleries, travel or, if with a date, sharing the intimacies of our physical & emotional landscape, life experience & sense memory, exploring the places we come together, inspiring the spaces in-between.
We are in a constant state of becoming. While the growing pains have passed, the spirit of youth & growing remains. I am drawn to those I can look forward with & forward to: students & teachers open to learning, to creating, those that are compassionate, independent & politically aware who value making friends, family & a few waves along the way. I'm looking for the truth: truth in who we are, our connection to each other & our responsibility to respect that truth. Truth in art, in music, in politics, in the world as we know it & the legacy we leave. We can only strive for that truth & reward it in kind.
There is no pleasure greater than guiding a woman through the resistance, physically & psychologically, that has prevented her from knowing her own potential, from going beyond concern for the judgment of others & into her true self, expressing her most basic, immediate desire with abandon, knowing what is shared between us is our gift to each other, our secret & that trust is not an issue, not even a question when all her barriers are finally broken & in one moment of pure surrender, she remembers, as if a little girl again, what it was like to have a sense of wonder, curiosity & a hunger to discover all this mysterious world has to offer, now flung wide open & exposed to her, as she has exposed to me what was once kept hidden if only for her fear. Here is one memory: |
| about my fling |
We were overlooking the town square, the zocalo, from the 3rd floor of a small, colonial hotel, mid-day, Guanajuato, Mexico: children buying fruit flavored ice from a street vendor, tourists wiping foreheads & scanning maps, a cart with native Indian weaving & silver jewelry tempting passers-by, the sky is clear, turquoise & hot. I've thrown open the window, the shade, a fan is churning the air the best it can. She's tall, slender & naked in a high back wooden chair & still she feels the sweat. I've placed her against the window facing out for the best view, both hers to witness the exotic & theirs: 2 or 3 look up, down, then up again. We've played once this morning, ate fresh fruit in bed, mine off the flat of her smooth belly & hers, the sweet juice she dribbles then licks off my cock, her tongue flicking & sucking from thirst. She's shy, protesting if only because she's supposed to, her cheeks flushed red, her large, plush nipples for such small breasts ripened & aching for that sky, for the squeeze of that fresh lime pressed in the palm of my right fist. At first she struggles, complains, then at once lets go with her arms tied tightly to the back of the chair, her ankles secured to the legs, her thighs lashed from beneath her seat & I, standing behind, gently caress her, twisting a nipple between two fingers, pulling it, snapping it back as she listens to the sound of the traffic, my breath & the tip of my tongue in her ear. With my open left hand, I cover her wet mouth stifling a low, guttural moan as I explore the landscape, her back arched, bottom forced out, exposed & vulnerable to me as I press against it & into her from behind, slowly, then out, teasing her. She licks my palm, breathing harder now, a protest of a different kind & shoves her pale, oh so innocent ass back rudely, biting into my palm now as I stretch her, enter her, learning every inch of her, teaching her what she's never known could be so tender, welcome & sweet. (Full version in Forums)
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