As Im waiting, I anticipate. The gentle dominion of my thoughts wander to a recollection of an embrace a perfect one. And this is my secret. I have a longing for the finery of senses uninhibited, for the visceral interplay between a man and a woman, and the flutter, the skip, and beat of my heart as I anticipate. As Im waiting, I reflect on my image in the mirror. Objectively, I am fit and lean, a singular brunette.untouched by plastic .I am virginal in appearance. Subjectively, I am a fire, a quenching to a thirst, and an innocence that carries a hidden passion. As Im waiting, I grow excited. A new experience awaits me, announced by a gentle knock on the door. You present yourself: a sophisticated man, gentle but confident, courteous but bold, and most of all, knowing what he wants. You want me. And I want you. Dont restrain. Lets move past the waiting, the anticipation and reflection, and embrace our mutual excitement... Kennedy Always independent, confidential, and on fire. 1000