I am a dual careered lady with a busy but good life. I would like to make it better. As an international author, I am a keen observer of people. As an off and on member of AFF,I have of course, noticed a huge amount of sexual content here, as well as those with a huge amount! It is quite honest. A man lusts. A woman yearns. What occurs to me though is that we all suffer here from a condition that is hard for some to admit. The condition is called loneliness. Some of the horn-doggery talk, I think is due to the condition of loneliness, and the fragile position we are in as how to relieve it. Sex is just a balm. I think we all need to fess up to needing a little aloe for our soul. Just a little. The only advice I can give is to be truthful and unafraid. You were made an intelligent being. Use ALL of your senses. I hope to download on the sexy stories, so please read me there and give me feedback. Criticism is my conduit to being better. I am just now in my first of four rounds of edits but if you see my next novel, The Russian Orphan" out, then please pick it up and read, and most of all enjoy. I will definitely publish in 2022. Give me a good ole Amazon review. Authors live and die by those! Hope to meet a lot of you. My body needs a balm. My soul, a little aloe. Deede Blake, international author.

Min Idealperson I decided to apply myself as an author and do a quickie third person meeting of someone ideal. Enjoy, I hope, I also am going to try to download an excerpt from one of my books on the site, so look for it under juicy stories or whatever the heading.
INTRODUCTION FANTASIA
The hot weather is melting her make up. She rarely wears makeup except on a date. It’s a woman thing.
A man in an orange polo shirt walking toward the restaurant entry. As he advances closer, she realizes he is in the right age group. He is attractive. Tall. Slender with wispy dark hair. She likes wispy. It might be him. It is!
“Dee?”
“Yes,” she responds, realizing the Grand Canyon could be lost between her upper and lower lip.
“You ready?”
“Sure.” They enter the restaurant and the hostess shows them to a booth. He places a hand on her back, urging her to go first. She likes it. He claims her. Climbing into the booth, she catches a whiff of his cologne. Damn, he smells good.
“What are you drinking?” he asks.
“Let me see their wine list. Are you a wine or beer drinker?”
“I drink some wines, but drink beer most of the time.”
“Wow, they have a Crimean wine. I will definitely have a glass of that,” she states.
“Crimean?” he questions, noticing her brightly painted nails and her, how might you describe them? Her funky earrings. She is so fucking sexy.
“Yes. I drank a lot of Crimean wine when I was in Russia researching my novel. Good stuff. I love a good Riesling, but Crimean is better.”
“Do you drink reds?” he queried.
“They tend to give me a headache. Although I did drink a lot of Chianti when I was in Tuscany. Twas the thing to do,” she shrugged.
“Travel a lot?”
“From time to time. It varies. I need to travel more than I do. I am dual careered, so it is a balance.”
“Where to next for you?”
“I actually need to get back to Russia to research my sequel. But, I will be on the Siberian tundra with nomadic peoples on the Mongolian border. I will be living in a yurt. Timing is important. Muddy in the spring. Very insect ridden now that the permafrost is melting during the summer. Thinking about early September. I think I prefer the cold over the bugs.”
“You are adventurous.”
“I seem to be. Tell me about you,” she requested, while noticing his wristwatch. Probably an Apple. She likes the way the white band lays against his tanned arm.
“Well, I once went crocodile hunting with some red neck Aussies,” he muttered.
She belly laughed. It was on. The conversation was easy. She showed him some pics, and he showed her some, too. They munched on the restaurant’s offering of Georgian Caucasus food, laughed, and took in each other with sly glances as stories unfolded.
The meal was almost over. It was nearing that “what is it gonna be?” time. The conversation slowed.
She looked at him, interested. “Yes,” she said with a slight nod.
“Yes?” he asked. “Oh, you mean…” Then he stopped. She could see him mulling over the possibilities of her one word statement. He was a man, after all. Damn, he needed clarification. What the hell was she talking about?
“Yes,” she said again in a soft and sincere tone.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she repeated for the third time.
They were naked before midnight.

Vilka är dina favorit musiker eller grupper?:
Stevie Ray Vaughn, Keith Urban, Jason Isball

Berätta om en av dina sexuella favoritfantasier. Var inte blyg!:
To be handcuffed to a lover.

På vilken plats fantiserar du om att ha en sexuell upplevelse?:
Ett avlägset ställe ute i ödemarken, Under ett vattenfall, En bassäng eller bubbelpool/jacuzzi, Inget särskilt ställe

Vilken typ av sexuella aktiviteter gör dig kåt?:
Ge Oralsex, Få Oral Sex, Leksaker (Vibratorer/Dildosar/osv.), Lätt bondage

Vilka faktorer är viktigast för dig när du söker en sexpartner?:
Kroppslig attraktion, Aptit på sex, Villighet att öppet diskutera och prova allting, Kreativitets/Kinkiness nivå

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