Offering US Visa, Green Card and Citizenship opportunities to submissive, sexual and limber healthy women from any country and culture. You: from a wealthy family. I wrote you a poem in my "Ideal Person" section below. Me: SWM, Blonde and hazel-green, Genetically from Northwest Europe: (Which means I am a mix of all of us Invaders!) First generation American, U.S. Citizen, Lives in Houston, Texas, Seeks: Fun, Sexy, Flirty and Artsy Hippie Chick For relaxing and playful lifestyle. I jotted down a few ideas just below: Maybe some of them appeal to you. I suppose that if we can agree on the "Be A Good Human Being" bits, then that is a good start. SWMInnerLoop007 is me. We can talk. Mike Here are some ideas for you to envision... Reason for ourselves Think about things be yourself enjoy who you are an easy person to be around genuinely interesting and interested Conversations 50 / 50 exchanges of ideas thoughts good listeners answer thoughtfully talk about what is interesting what’s going on around us what we learned today bond by conversation understand each other matter as individuals sharing time and space together There are no lines no commercials no gossip no crowd to follow Do the things that we want to no any one type fulfill your needs fulfill my needs take charge of our lives decide what we want simply make it happen anything is possible a close circle of friends no normal step outside Independent people have confidence think for ourselves Live on planet Earth together be decent human beings standing our own two feet there is right and there is good self-respect figure it out do what is right what works what is best for both of us together Flexible no any certain way adapt work through things make up our own rules roll with the punches Simply authentic Simply genuine Complexly ourselves

My Ideal Person Until we meet,

I make love to you on paper.

Spilled ink, like passion across the sheets.

I caress your curves with every word.

I kiss up and down your thighs in short sentences and prose.

I taste all your innocence, without a spoken word.

I bite your lip and pulled your hair, in between the lines.

I make you arch your back and scream, and it only takes my pen.

You are the breeze of fresh air entering the room.

Your aroma, a new mist, when you slowly remove your clothing:

button-by, zipper-by, clasp-by, strap-by, elastic-by.

Your blouse, up, off, over your head, elbows a flutter of butterfly wings, nipples pressed together, raising to your chin, unfurling your hair, to fall around the soft side of your neck, down onto, and over, your breasts.

Tossing your bra off like an unwanted guest.

Slide your thumbs under your panties, lean forward, stroke them around, then down you, they glide down your inner thighs, around your outer calves, to drop down, floating to the floor.

Your face, fully smiling, as each piece of clothing falls away, sharing with my eyes each unleashed encumbrance.

Your hands on your back, between your hips and your ribs, pushing pelvis forward, shoulders back, reclaiming perfect posture.

Your sigh of comfort, finally naked.

You know me.  

So you walk in front, in the frame of my eyes, my canvas, your favorite pair of jeans, the frayed denim belt loops slipping down, hugging your hips.

You move in ecstatic circles, in your barely-there whisper of a sun-dress, with only flowing breezes between your naked body and the world.

Forced now to delight, the possibilities of your naked body, wrapped only in that day’s favorite outfit, like clear vinyl, only for me.

Show me what you see, pull me towards what you smell, cup me to listen in on what you hear, share with me what you taste, the textures on your tongue, the feel of the breeze on your skin, how your nerves tingle inside.

Squirming, the firm surface of the chair, inner thighs squeezing, pressing, rubbing, drawing your own special circles, with each new gyration, anticipation.

Your smile, an ever-changing poem of possibilities.

Your eyes dart upwards, wandering, back then forth, envisioning the possibilities, what may come.

Your curves, your profiles, perfectly round when you stretch forward, bent;
breasts, shoulders, cheek, down onto the sheets, rolling over, around, with each new impulse.

Imagining that magical line, blurring, the divide between totally out of control, and yet, in control, feeling safe, although you do not know what is going to happen next.

What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A bed, The middle of a park, An airplane, A movie theatre, The stands at a sporting event, A remote wilderness spot, Under a waterfall, My desk at work, A swimming pool or hot tub, A store dressing room, An elevator, A hotel room

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sadomasochism, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Urolagnia (Water Sports/Urine), Rimming, Fetishes, Light Bondage, Hard Bondage, Candle Wax, Spanking, Role Playing, Threesomes, Slave/Master, Mutual Masturbation, Food Play, Making Home "Movies", Participating in Erotic Photography, Voyeurism, Handcuffs/Shackles, Breast/Nipple Torture, Clamps, etc., Blindfolds, Leather, Latex, Massage

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Sexual experience, Physical attraction, Same/similar fetishes, Experience in a certain role (top/bottom; master/slave), Ability to be discreet, Open to ménage à trois and/or orgies, Sexual appetite, Willingness to freely discuss and try anything, Agreeable to a commitment free sexual relationship, Creativity/Kinkiness level, A little of each, A face that lights up when smiling

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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