Hi! Me: I'm a handsome 40yr old, full, thick head of hair, still with no grey ('cept lil' facial), I exude a certain, je ne sais quoi, being a true gentleman who knows his manners and aptitude. I'm an open minded guy, not a “freak” in bed, but am a very excellent, attentive lover, enjoying foreplay, sensual contact, intimacy, I'll consider most things, ideally, however, I’m ISO an appropriately fit, attractive gal, who has creativity and graceful lingerie to please my precocious eye, who wants to gently and lovingly be touched, cuddled and be held close. I am a gentle lover. I know when to be tender and easy, but I also know when prowess is required. I know when to delve deeply, allowing your cavity to feel me completely. I know this I got length, girth, and very stiff rigidity. I know when to… Well, I’m 40; I’m experienced. To me, the female form is perfect. I love to please by touching, lightly scratching, getting close, kissing, caressing, tantalizing you with the easy motion of the friction between man and woman; loin to loin. I can take you to bliss and beyond! But I’m far more complicated than sex. I have a baseline IQ, on par with some of the brightest minds in history. I write; well published. I am superb golfer. I’m witty, clever, waggish, and I have a story that can take me years to tell. Am I an Aristocrat or a Crofter? Silly question right off the start; I’m Irish; but I do share a duality in this instance, in how I was raised, the effects of the consequences of things that I could not control and things I could; how I managed to escape the Leprechaun’s curse and steal his purse and Tuesday morning, mourn no hearse. It’s perfect of course; my intent is to converse, to put prose to verse, steer the course, and tell you a story, of resilience, perseverance, relentlessness, and sheer grit; a story of providence, and of might; a story that takes time to shed light; a story that leads to the final round of the fight, and at the last second, at last sight, my mighty hook, gives me the TKO overthrow!