I have now reached the age of fifty, that half a centaury (lol). I'm rather shy to begin with, I don't' smoke and a do not drink a lot. I do no not have an extensive rubber wardrobe yet but it's growing.

Pictures of me will grow as I do. I'll also add some more details when I'll have more time to think what to say. You'll have to forgive me my typing skills are not to good.

A poem dedicated to Mellifera_Siren by E. W. Richardson

Siren

The air is heavy, steamy, scented with hyacinth growing outside the window. Candlelight provides an ambience… soft, intriguing patterns of flickering shadow and subtle reflections in an on the waters of her bath… It's a powerful song to the eye… A sigh… she moves revealing previously hidden beauty… Kneeling, I slide my hand along the arch of her back and over her hip until I find the softness of her desire. Her song is louder now, compelling… leaning, I kiss her ear and whisper my plans for her… She smiles, her eyes ensnare me as surely as Charybdis pulling me into liquid euphoria… Willingly, I surrender for unlike Odysseus I will not be bound only to hear. (c) ewrichardson, 2005