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Pendulous_orbs

42, London

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Married, Average body
6'0'' (183cm) or above
Looking for: Casual, See how it goes

Mediterranean,  Non-Smoker,  Light / Social Drinker

Occupation:  Executive
Education:  Graduate/Masters Degree
Eye Colour:  Brown
Hair Colour:  Brown
Religion:  Atheist

Looking for Female between the ages of 21 and 55

Star Sign: Aquarius
Last Active: Within 24 Hours

About Me:

I run my own business, and spend a lot of time during the day on my own...which sets my mind to comtemplating how pleasant the company of a sexy woman would be! I'm generally pretty happy in my marriage, so not looking for someone to elope with.

Ideal Partner:

I invariably go for intelligent, confident women. Other than that, I am fairly open as to physical appearance, although I do have a preference for curvier women...wide hips, thick thighs and bottom. That's not a euphemism for clinically obese! That isn't essential, however, as I think the key ingredient is to find someone with whom I click, and then take it from there. I am based in London and can meet during the day or in the evening. I can travel but would like to find someone I can see fairly frequently, so London and the South East would be ideal.

A woman who knows the difference between 'discreet' and 'discrete' would be particularly welcome! ;)

I like poetry. Do you like poems? How about this one, called 'Keats is dead so fuck me from behind by Hera Lindsay Bird':

Keats is dead so fuck me from behind
Slowly and with carnal purpose
Some black midwinter afternoon
While all the children are walking home from school
Peel my stockings down with your teeth
Coleridge is dead and Auden too
Of laughing in an overcoat
Shelley died at sea and his heart wouldn’t burn
& Wordsworth..
They never found his body
His widow mad with grief, hammering nails into an empty meadow
Byron, Whitman, our dog crushed by the garage door
Finger me slowly
In the snowscape of your childhood
Our dead floating just below the surface of the earth
Bend me over like a substitute teacher
& pump me full of shivering arrows
O emotional vulnerability
Bosnian folk-song, birds in the chimney
Tell me what you love when you think I’m not listening
Wallace Stevens’s mother is calling him in for dinner
But he’s not coming, he’s dead too, he died sixty years ago
And nobody cared at his funeral
Life is real
And the days burn off like leopard print
Nobody, not even the dead can tell me what to do
Eat my pussy from behind
Bill Manhire’s not getting any younger

Other Interests:

Nature, Museums / Galleries, Music - Alternative, Hiking / Camping, Politics, Literature / History, Gym / Aerobics, Computers / Internet, Cooking, Food and Wine

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