 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Children: |
N/A |
| Education: |
Graduate School |
| Religion: |
Christian |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Engineer |
| Body Type: |
Average |
| Height: |
5' 11" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Real Life Relationship |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
A Beach, Costumes, A Public Place |
| Sex is Best: |
Casual, Passionate, Loving, Wild, Kinky, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Talk Dirty to Me, Tell Me I'm The Best, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Loving, Passionate, Adventurous, Wild, Role Player |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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Social Status
| Popularity: | 47 |
| Karma: | 0 |
| Sexiness: | 840 |
| Friendliness: | 23 |
romeounchained's Scoop
About me:
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"In [him] were combined so many seemingly conflicting qualities that he would seem to have been crippled by that foolish passion for consistency that is called "the hobgoblin of little minds." Actually he was balanced: quick in thought and careful in detail, visionary in planning and practical in execution, dynamic yet reflective, warmhearted but coolheaded. Sherman was one of those unique double personalities who are at once the man who thinks and the man who feels. Neither gained the ascendancy, but such a struggle between head and heart must necessarily carry a man very close to insanity, and so it was no wonder that he was often thought "crazy" or that he, too, was touched with that divine discontent which sank him deep in despondency or sent him soaring to the heights of inspiration."
Who I'd like to meet:
In the darkest recesses of my night,
When in fitful slumber I find myself tossed,
She comes to me,
She moves in grace like folds of gossamer clouds in the breeze,
She speaks to my heart with the sound of an angel's voice,
She reaches out to me with a touch that is lightness itself,
She leans over me and I am enraptured by scent of lavender in her hair,
She kisses my forehead and I am at rest,
Her delicate footfalls,
Her soothing words,
Her gentle touch,
Her intoxicating fragrance,
Her soft kiss,
Each plant in my mind the seed of a dream,
A dream of her,
Then I wake to face the day,
A day filled with a longing for the night, that she may come to me once more.
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